The traffic is busy in New York.
Relationships are beginning and ending.
It’s raining outside in December.
Somebody is contemplating suicide.
A child is born.
Old hotels are torn down to make room for new hotels.
The baby is a girl, she has green eyes.
An animal has killed another animal.
Its not cold enough to snow.
Another year is upon us.
I’m dying and you’re dying and we’re all dying.
The sun will set.
and come up again.
Flick up your blinds,
Good mourning!