The loud talkers mix with sirens, jackhammers and car horns.
Those who don’t have their heads down in the soft glow of cell service, seem to have their heads up their asses.
It’s an errand here and a rush to get to the next thing there. It’s life as we know it and reality as we never could have expected. So much information flowing, so many opportunities and yet, beneath all the self-importance, we’re still basically human. Still lonely. Still searching for magic we can only vaguely recall from a time we barley remember.