It’s San Francisco in black and white, and yet it feels like Gotham City. Mobs of people hurry about the streets and yellow taxi cabs dart strategically, skillfully weaving in and out of traffic. The gray and shadow of the skyline grab hold of my imagination. I hear a newsboy crying the latest headline. I see coppers slowly roaming the streets with a watchful eye and a heavy baton in hand. In a moment I have forgotten reality and start to wonder when a masked hero will plunge from the building tops and descend valiantly to street level. There will be action. There will be excitement. Playing with perception, I can see a world which isn’t really there. Is that right? Or, what else could be under my nose all along that I am just not letting myself see?
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