When dusk begins, the city starts talking.
Buildings whisper stories to sidewalks; stories about lonely office workers and people who drop their cups of coffee while running to work. Roads groan in pain due to the new construction project that they don’t even need.
The city talks while we lay asleep in our beds.
It talks about how frightened it is when dawn begins: when we start gossiping near the office walls, or causing accidents in streets. It fears our destructive impulses and our habits of tearing it apart. The city fears us. That’s why it never sleeps. F
Words by CORHEINNE JOYCE B. COLENDRES
Photo by KATHLEEN MAE I. GUERRERO
