I was wandering along the streets until I became exhausted, never finishing my search. Sometimes the crowds flew around me like a tornado and carried me to many different places. It looked like a large ocean where each wave has its own unique size and sequence.
Everyone is riding his own wave, but in a shared, warm space.
At any time of day the streets are filled with frenzied people,
Rushing and hurrying somewhere.
There are practically no traffic rules, or even street rules.
Everything is noisy, fussy, twinkly and in a hurry. Sometimes it is even difficult to make out people from spots of light and voices from the cacophony of cars and motorcycles rushing by.