Toward a yellowing horizon filled with silhouettes, a living one was almost hidden by a structural one. Slowly advancing above the eastbound lanes one commuter had almost reached the south end of the pedestrian arm. The green-blue tinted glass of the pathway concealed any detail that speed hadn’t; only a heavy backpack bump gave indication of character. The commuter was hidden behind an obvious tint like eyes behind transition lens peering into the sun or a gerbil inside its exercise chute. The seeming convergence between people and cars meant little to the few that created it.
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