Lost.

A sea of umbrellas, a monochrome wave in the concrete canyons. Each a perfect replica, a canvas of muted grey against the city’s drab backdrop. They bob and weave, identical shields against the relentless drizzle, a choreography of anonymity. I search for a landmark, a beacon in this ocean of conformity, but the buildings stretch onwards, an endless repetition of steel and glass. Each street a mirror image of the last, a labyrinth of identical avenues leading nowhere. My footsteps echo in the artificial twilight, a lonely rhythm against the monotonous drum of the rain. Lost in a sea of sameness, I become another anonymous silhouette, another faceless wanderer beneath the city’s uncaring gaze. The city swallows me whole, another raindrop in its concrete ocean.