Life in a city is strangely cut off from the universe, man made buildings have taken the place of valleys and mountains, and the roar of traffic has been substituted for that of boisterous streams. At night one hardly ever sees the stars, even if one wishes to, for the city lights are too bright and during the day the sky is limited and held. Something definitely happens to the city-dwellers they are brittle and polished, they have museums, drinks and theatres, beautiful clothes and endless shops. There are people everywhere, on the streets, in the buildings, in the rooms.
A cloud passes across the sky, and so few look up. There is rush and turmoil.
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