The city's pulse has slowed. The rapid breaths of commuters, traffic, traffic lights, people, things, stuff, have been extended into conscious breathing. The lungs feel clear. There's space in between us. Crossing Sydenham Rd is no longer a dance with dea

The city's pulse has slowed.

The rapid breaths of commuters, traffic, traffic lights, people, things, stuff, have been extended into conscious breathing. The lungs feel clear.

There's space in between us.

Crossing Sydenham Rd is no longer a dance with death.

Birds have replaced planes.

Less means more.

I like it.