Some days open themselves up to you in a way that no one can escape, or ignore. Today, the rain’s reprieve provides that kind of time’s reward.

A person loitering round the city notes down his experiences and feelings.

This is about the life in urbans and cities. When do urban people say," I regret to live in urban" or when do they say, "it’s great to be in the city".

City warfare.

How Much has Changed with the Change.

A poem about city life…

A race
Up street
Down Street
No soul around
Heart beats lost.

Poem from “The Deep Dark Sweet Rantings of a Yeshua Freak” by Lady Frangelica Seraphica Zen.

The listless, kinetic energy of city nightlife.

Life of city kids with no way out.