I stand at the backbone of the arching neon city, the whole world spread at the tips of my fingers. Cryptic buildings soar from the ground, sleek seamless spires of silver rooted in the ground like the gnarled ribs of a herculean beast. The trembling energy that weaves throughout this city like a plait of pure euphory charges through my blood, through my muscles, ever fiber and cell in my body united. The heartbeats thunder through my ears, echoing across every fragmented nuance of my mind. Tremors convulse inside the ceramic sculpture of my bones, hairline fractures spiraling downward, downward, downward, towards my curled toes pressing against my sneakers. Indeed, this city howls and growls, its humid, clammy breath pressing against my flushed skin. Cerulean swirls wisp through the thick air like heavy curtains flowing down from a tall, elegant glass window in a regal palace. The people, like the city, dance with a flowing, graceful energy that I can only wish to possess. They have easy smiles, glowing bright eyes that glitter magically and twirling fingers that flit in the air like leaves. It seems that they will never sleep and that they are in an infinite carnival. When I look closely, I can only ever see delight and freedom scribed into their luminous faces. I am there right next to them, but somehow a million light years away. I stand at the backbone of this arching neon city, the whole world spread at the tips of my fingers. I feel alive in this living city.