Pulse

Streets form the veins of cities. The lifelines. Driven by pulse beats, movement passes through them incessantly. As if there were no rest. But there is always the threat of collapse. Daily. At night when peace returns. It is as if the heart were failing. Every day it is the morning that saves the cities. A new hectic rush triggers, which fills the veins with life again. It drives the body. And it fires the world with new impulses.