the city (two)

I remember stepping of the metro; there were people everywhere. They were going here and there. They were mostly running to the surface, suffocating underground. I don't like walking fast. Besides, I knew what I was about to see. As I emerged from the subway, my eyes had to adjust to the light. Artificial light. The sun was down. It was Time Square. The massive attraction in Manhattan. The bright lights dazed the masses, like bugs on a summer night. They continued walking toward the lights with heavy pockets, hoping to relieve the weight of their wallets. The lights are a vital part of this area. They must hide the rest of the city. A city torn from brokenness and despair. Keep the lights on. Spend money. There is nothing wrong here.