Rushing crowds of people, an urgency to arrive somewhere.

The moment a conglomeration of happenstance sensory-perspectives, each element dazzling the mind, appetites attributing to the particular experience of this place, right now, right here,

surrounded by electronic images contorting on skyscrapers, people cheering, laughing, dancing, speaking about their world to one another,

I catch a random phrase, ” So whats it like,” and ” Are you gonna go?” Ordinary montage of words, while the music pours into the streets, “Is there a god?” and “Are you her?”

the traffic collapsing as it topples forward, revving, honking. Under our feet the crime of civilization is smeared into the pavement, dark stains and cigarette butts, plastic refuse pressed into place or blowing across the street.

Above us, in the center of my view, blue sky reaches beyond all, surrounded by the ntermittent spires of glass plated buildings, like the points of an industrial crown of corporacy,

I am at the center. There are people here with me. Things happen here. This place is important, all the seemingly meaningless congestion are really the rites of holy sacrament,

we consume our flesh by offering it to one another, the plastic, the exhaust, the chemical condensation forming on the windows, mixing with the salt from our sweating temples.

We invoke dormant gods to sanctify our grimey station. We exist as electric revelry, our atmosphere, our fragrance, right now, in this place.