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AgoraphobiaTimes Square / AgoraphobiaAgoraphobia by Hebejebelus
I'm blinded by the lights. A coca-cola can the size of my body flashes overhead. Ten-foot-tall letters spell out the Nike slogan, the brainchild of a faceless PR employee. "Just do it." Suddenly, it is just wiped away, replaced by another slogan, this one yellow and red. "I'm lovin' it"
I'm not loving it. The putrid stench of traffic and smog. Every person smells different, but cologne does not mix well with exhaust fumes, so everyone carries around a disgusting mixture of sweat and Eau de voiture.
People are not meant to co-exist in this proximity. We are too close to each other. Jostled by every passer-by. It's impossible to stop walking. In fact, if you do somehow manage to break free of the mob mentality, you are peered at like some sort of endangered animal in a cage. People don't see you. You seem invisible, but not invulnerable. The crowd tries to walk through you.
Your shoulders are at war with everyone else. Your knees are pushed away by a lady pushi