The cars race each other to the next light, the fire engine screams and rips by. They dwarf the biggest thought. Under the wheels of that truck it dies, a temporary tragedy. No, there is nothing in the natural world that unconcerned with and unrelated to the true meaning of life. We should be striving for a spiritual connection to something bigger, something more attached, not detached, like here in the city. The incongruity of cause and effect makes life here meaningless.
The city, in it’s purest form, is a ways and means toward titillation. The people shed their own blood so they can drink the blood of others later. The haves will play right next to the have-nots, both hating each other, both knowing the error of their ways. Both have disdain for the city, but neither would give it up. Some because their youth is riding on it, others because the city has eaten their youth and they’re still here trying to get it back.
But the food is great here. And fuck yeah, that concert rocked! You're right, the lights of the city look nice shining off the water with the bridge in the background. Shut up blood!