City Of Dreams (A Writing Burst)

(Another writing burst, inspired by the creation of a 'city of dreams.' I decided to subvert this idea in my piece and channel some of the experimental ideas we have also recently been studying. This writing burst took a much darker more pessimistic angle and I wanted to play around with the layout and formatting to see how this could affect the mood of the piece.) 

The city of my dreams is not a city.
The city of my dreams is not a city.

The city of my dreams is not a city.

Over and over until the words blur into a meaningless dirge and the letters become black squiggly lines on a stark white page. The noise of the voice inside your head reading becomes a drone, and the words melt into a constant stream of nonsensical syllables.

Cities = people.

People = lies.

People = corruption

               hatred

               deception

               greed

               anger.

               Filthy human scum.

A city becomes on principle a manifestation of these things clustered together in a shitty dingy over-populated lump. The widest scope of skins, wealth, opinions, occupations, politics conceivable. One would assume that such a variety of offerings would create a utopian society, yet still things exist in a negative state. The garbage of upper class snobbery barely inches away from underprivileged dreams of breaking free from this laborious hierarchy. Where vermin runs freely around everywhere the eye can see - and I'm not talking about pigeons and rodents.

"Endless possibilities." They say. "So many fresh new opportunities" the false billboard prophets promise. Equal, limitless opportunities for everyone? Not in this society. Not in this day and age. Not for everyone.

   Lies.