A disregarded man covered in filth has slumped into his usual corner while shaking his soiled Twins cap, hoping for change. Nobody obliges him in this simple request, and he soon falls unconscious, weary and tired.

As cars snort out exhaust an ambulance rushes by, siren screeching; it's red lights shine along the glass buildings; the world stands still.

Pigeons brawl over grimy scraps; while sewer grates inhale all the rainwater they can bear. As streetlights illuminate, the city glows a pale orange; as I leave the skyway behind.