His divided life, halved by structures before him that cast dark midday shadows. The other side of the road a world apart. He catch glimpses of through sluggish, unending traffic and towering concrete columns to another world. This industrial city, where workers ceaselessly tire from sun up till evening, the air tinged thick with the smells of determined labor. On a bright summers day it stifles the senses. This is the workers city, built on hand and foot with stern faces.
My life on the same metro-line, a minutes journey away and yet a social-political world apart. My train glides past above looking down at the city floor below. Speculations and ruminating on an adaptable city.