The City is a Body

The city is a body.

Downtown is its brains: squishy and grey, an armchair commander filled to the brim with alternating highs of stimulants and depressants.

The metro is the digestive tract: a segregated and closed system that exists only to shit and smell, and sometimes doesn’t even work — or worse, actually kills people.

The buses are the circulatory system: the highway of life, the conduit for the city’s very existence, funneling the used and exhausted blood of the city back and forth, to and from replenishment.

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