I am too modern for this post-modern city.My snail paced speed will it ever get even with these fast laners.Dark cloud of doubts they don't have an answer that I like to hear.My hometowners almost all of them carry this baggage of bad experiences with them about big cities which I don't.I like speed although I crawl.Skycrapers although they make me nervous sometimes I can easily fall in love with them.It excites me when they start to appear suddenly from the distant horizon a sense of comfort that the big city has finally materialized before me.What really bothers me is the noise when I finally reach the crowd.It distracts my calmness and orientation. "Your speed defines you in this city"someone once told me.My blank slate knowledge on post-modern speed trusted those words without a trouble of thinking twice.I finally dived in to this rat-race of coca-colonized world.I devoled from a man into a rat and no I am not complaining about it.Haven't we all? Live from big city its Saturday-nite.And time is 8:14 PM.