hen
the sun is fusing fangs of the City and their roots are blurring, falling
into something like quicksilver-ocean, then it comes, summer's evening
in the stone forest.
It gives no mercy to exhausted, pressed by unbelievably hot weather citizens. Nothing is to help them: at nights all these roads and buildings will return absorbed warm. And your t-shirt will continue adhere to your back and the only wish you will have is to get cold shower.
But if you only see the sparkling eyes of the girl cloaked with the last sun's rays, and you are ready to spend all night trying to prove that you are that prince whom she searched whole her life. But no such a sparkle today. It's not your day.
The motion picture of city is melting down. Seems that even sounds are melted. Everything wears purple shades. Silhouettes of peoples and autos are whirled by power of main thing that feeds it all - the Sun. Dove-colored haze is an evidence of great conflagration of human's passions prevailed here a moment ago.
These passions cause young and not so young citizens to rise the flag and fight with city. They thing that they can win by spending all night long in bars, clubs and restaurants. But the city will chew all of them, they bodies and souls and will spit out their mortal remains on the streets in the morning, pale and dead.
City
is evil, but it has a fascination being a creature of so strange peoples
those who never could find common point with nearest neighbors. But they
created these incredible monument of modern material culture. Culture
that grown me and you and let us to be what we are. I know that I should
be grateful for that to all of the peoples lived before me.
It amazes me when the sun like a huge balloon of fire sits on the top of skyscrapers. In such a moment you see that our world is small and however beautiful still. We couldn't broke it completely. But we are near to that. Do you want to finish it?
