city sketches

Watching outside the train, the city skyline spreads in a geometric glow. Then suddenly the train passes under a bridge and the urban skyline vanishes; darkness. "Does it still exist? Of course it does. And in that thin thought, it emcompasses our lives which are never meant for ourselves. The city keeps its speed even when we become old. We are only actors; characters who feel and age in a storyline thats already decided its tragedy. Cities teach us nothing about death. When something dies, it is quickly replaced. No lights dim when the people pass." That is what he was saying to himself as he stood above me. I was sitting. The train cart almost empty. I looked at the window. But it wasn't the city I saw first, it was my reflection. Windows are strange like that. We either see the world outside or ourself looking at it.