When I see a big city, I'm like a deer in the headlights. I look up and can't stop staring.
I'm fascinated by the perpendicular angles of construction, a million squares, layered and stacked in every direction. It's a sensory rush that quickens my pulse and speeds up time; a big city high.
Maybe it's of all the lights, or the mass of humanity, or the scale of it all. Whatever it is, I'm in not much use until I snap out of its initial spell. Perhaps there's some part of our DNA that attracts us to a hive or colony or tribe. Or maybe, it just all the cool lights.
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