The city waits below, a glittering spell of light. I see cars and trains, solid, square buildings and crisscrossing streets. A jewel in the night. Why don’t they sleep down below? Is it a trap, a hell, a place without rest? I wonder at times if it isn’t so. So beautiful it shines, like a star upon the earth, a shattered, scattered star of dim, polluting light—a fallen star broken in glamorous shards.
Yet, my journey takes me there, and I must go into that sleepless dream of wakeless night. The din already assaults my ears. I hate it.
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