Taz Rahim Arch English Rachel Levitsky

City in Time When I listen to the city, I hear the word, “CHANGE.” I put my head against its beating heart and can barely make out a rhythmic chant telling me to change. To create it, to harvest it, grow it as if it were my own child. It isn’t announcing it, marching down the streets, but murmuring it through the winds that send that chill that makes the hair on our neck stand. The city is our home, out life, us. It knows when we need to get home safely, and when we need to experience a close encounter to our dear old friend death. Right now, in our time, its telling us that we are swaying away from the beaten path, and we need to get back on track.

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