Cities have turbulence.
Not just overcrowded streets with bodies banging off each other trying to get to places they’ll complain about when they’re there;
Turbulence like the skies, invisible but palpable, an energy, an aura of dissatisfaction, some days worse than others, when one canister of pepper spray hanging from a key ring could turn an intersection into a mosh pit and a bus into a panic attack.
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