Draft 1

There wasn't much to look at here. Despite it all, with all the shining lights and noise and people and whatever, the city felt so... Empty.

Everyone walked to and fro, listening to music or reading text messages or whatever, giving little notice to their surroundings. I saw a man walk past an alley where two thugs beat up an unfortunate soul. I saw children playing their innocent games as a drug addict gave himself another dose of happyjuice on a bench scant meters away. I saw a little girl look around with wide eyes as her mommy lead her past a crying, pleading man in filthy clothes who spoke in a foreign language. This city was enormous in size with a diverse people, yet I refused to call them as such. These monsters weren't worth the dirt under my boot. They were ignorant, cruel and horrendously short-sighted as to not see the pains of others or do nothing if they do see it.