Passersby hurried through the streets like bees in a mad fury to accumulate honey.
Most had electronic contraptions made of cheap plastic and metal nearly strapped to their ears as they nodded feverishly to the gruff voices streaming out of them.
White cups with green logos graced the hands of nearly everyone in sight: everyone needed their Starbucks fix.
Children hugged their parents’ legs and tugged on their hands.
“I want Candy!” One of them shouted.
The exasperated mother looked down into the boys glowing, defiant eyes.
“Not now Jimmy, please not now.” He began screaming and wailing in protest.
Another day in the city: the same tired and tedious dance.