Those sky-high buildings, how does it feel inside them?
Definitely not the same from where I come.
It's all beauty on the left and right of the lanes I was walking on.
The perfect planning allowed the buildings to be of outstanding mathematical culture.
Pompous lights was energy waste on beauty to me.
Artificial trees were expired pacifiers.
Those tinted glass could be more useful than curtaining the rooms.
There were a fewer cars now since night were approaching. Soon it would be buses filled with office men and then loaded trucks.
That's how things worked in this proper city.
But there was a border line outskirting the improper one.
An ugly thick border line.