Dusty air fill the gaps between the blocks. Chaotic mass of cars slowly moves across the broken asphalt. Traffic jams are at each corner. Office buildings are covered with advertising from the ground floors to the summits. Annoying outdoor advertising makes more noise in the mind than the buzzing cars. It is a mindless and useless visual frippery. We are always walking stare on a ground. There are holes, open trapdoors and puddles of something sticky. What for would you look at sky? The pale sky is drawn with twisted wires and punched with light posts. Everybody wait for weekend to leave the city.