Alive on 13th Street
Of course no one revels on this street. Often people can be heard shouting: just as easily a greeting as a fight. This is a street where people just exist. No heights, no lows. People get by on this street. I'm luckier than most, with three windows.
In daylight it's a different street. Stone, grass, concrete, asphalt, dead and dying leaves. The sky hovers forgotten somehow in perfect azure. You have to look to see it. Silly people look at their shoes all day.