times square

i walk quickly down the stairs into the subway station. it is tuesday evening.

it's drizzling a little outside. there was still some light before i left the open skies and traffic noise, to soon find myself in a train spiralling through underground tunnels of Manhattan.

two stops later, i emerge at times square, somewhere between 42nd and broadway.

I walk out into the pouring rain. darkened skies and a slight shadow cast from my umbrella fall on me.

i stumble out to the streets and roll out onto Times Square like a silver ball bearing in a game of pinball.

neon lit signs call out to me. to run through the alleys and speed by the traffic lights.

the colors are blinking, vivid and seductive. like vegas on speed.

the other burrows are just as crazy. each offering you a play - of words, sights and sounds.

it intoxicates - i stand in the middle of it all with my eyes closed. i feel the flux in all directions. the sleeves of my jacket are flapping with approval. and my hair gets styled by the frenzy. i open my eyes. i'm flanked by tall talking billboards, famous faces, news and tickers and the dark blue sky.

I'm tired. Overrun. I walk into the path of a dark alley - corked by large moving bodies of human traffic.

They flip me up, to my right and then to my left before another last brash flip that sends me back onto the street.

it never sleeps.