I tripped through a wall of pedestrians, than suddenly a moving bus carelessly littered me down into the curb. My tear-stained eyes searched for an angel on the concrete surface, but the illuminated white crossing hand signalled my insignificance.
I pushed myself up, bruised and filthy. A horn quickly warned me of approaching death, then the yellow taxi speed through the red bulb. Sighing, I checked each direction, brushing waste from my body as I joined a new crowd and made the final push across the last road. I hoisted my bag, checked for my office keys, then entered one of the many sky-gripping fortresses of the financial district. Back to work.