Fragments Gallery
A Note: The Heart
One feels so small walking through the heart of the city.
Around me the buildings stretch towards the sky, encasing me in stone and concrete. High above the morning sun illuminates the windows with amber light. The light produces a smooth sheen on the glass; a sheen only marred by the ghosts of clouds sliding across its golden surface. Above the glass gleams with warmth, while below the valleys between the constructs remain as cold and dark as the night which has recently broken.
The heart beats slowly as I look around. Scattered bits of voices mix with the sounds of traffic and transit to create a buzz underlying all other sounds. Men and women in suits walk alongside those without. Some people travel along the sidewalks deep in conversation while others walk quickly, seemingly fully focused on their task at hand. All of them seem oblivious to the rest of the world and to me. I am surrounded by people and yet remain unknown.