One of those Saturday nights back home

An on the go post here again. Sitting on the bus as we speak, looking outside at the glorious lights shining in these buildings, thinking the colours, shades and brightness. The glitter and fame, the materialistic values we see, the goods we desire. Its very based on the things we see and the things put before us.

Thinking the stereotypes that attach these personas of lights at dark, the times this exact same spot went through during the day, the emptiness it has now but then the early morning clubbers lying footstep after a drunken night.

Interesting to think, interesting to imagine the scenarios the exact same spot can encompass on a daily basis.

Once these lights no longer become predominant we know another day has appeared and everything repeats all over again.

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