I’ve always liked the overpass. It reaches over the intersection of several main streets lined with billboards that seem to soar into the sky, lit by the vivid hues of digital displays running inane commercials for one thing or another. As if I’d buy anything from those people, I’d hardly buy anything from anyone with how tainted it all is nowadays. But it does have its charm, sitting in the midst of it; Easy to lose oneself in…

Maybe that’s why I seem to find myself here day after day, just taking it all in. The daylight illuminating every corner of the intersection, highlighting each and every person who walks by. The hypnotic colors of the nightlife that drown the walkways and singe the eyes of onlookers. It like the city is in a constant mood swing. The mellow hours of daylight slowly shift into a chaotic frenzy of light at night. No rest for the wicked after all, right? Day shifts to night, then back to day in an endless cycle.

It seems like I’m the only constant in the world. Everything else changes, yet I still find myself sitting alone on the overpass day after night after day. I’ll still be here.