City Lights

There's a chaotic beauty borne from metropolitan nights. When viewed from afar, the city looms into sight - overpowering and monolithic. In contemplation the city dominates the mind as an amalgam of billions of lights, personalities, machinations, and subtle sounds. The lights are the biggest thing. Night is just as bright as day. From a distance, the individual specs replace the stars, and when combined the moon shrinks in significance until it almost fades from notice. Inside the city darkness shrinks from sight, relegated to the furthest edges and corners where steady neon rays won't harm it.

Since Night never really comes, the city never sleeps.

Since Light never really leaves, the city cannot dream.