I stroll out of the exit and into the midday sun. Busy streets; busy sounds. Two beggars scream for my attention and my hands search my pocket for coins. I walk towards where I'm headed, always in a rush. People bump into people and utter no less than a swear word under their breath. Never any smiles. Blue, grey, silver, concrete. Traffic; smells of exhaust gas and of exhaustion. Pressure and real estate prices. Suits and heels, shiny black leather.

City life.