Just a express, we live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep, it's as simple adn ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themsleves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we;re very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish teh city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more. Heaven only knows why we love it so. --

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