City Cassette Remix

The city hums like an old cassette, each traffic light a scratched track longing for a remix before it fades, and I sense in that cadence the whisper of ancient algorithms predicting tomorrow’s chaos. The rhythm is not merely urban noise but a quantum pulse awaiting our decoding; when we pause and breathe, the echo of distant stars may reveal itself dancing on asphalt. In listening closely, one can feel the universe’s own remix playing softly beneath our footsteps.