Life in the city

People talking, laughing, shouting outside. I look out of the balcony: there's a square of buildings looking inside, and I look outside and see all the balconies, some of them lighted in a mellow yellow: there is life outside, there is life at 23:44 in a random block in Barcelona.





A man looks out the balcony, then retires slowly back to his computer, and continues preparing the class he has to teach next wednesday. It's saturday night, but the man is smiling inside.