Cities are no different from massive prisons.

 Cities are no different from massive prisons: places dominated by turmoil and chaos, where temporary pleasures and amusements are clung to merely as a way to hold on to life; where inmates devour and fight each other for some hollow sense of entertainment; where they passively or actively obey every given order; where they spend all their days within colorless, gray, concrete walls—without freedom, without genuine engagement—simply because this is their only choice. The only way out is to wait for the “sentence” to end—or to choose the ultimate, shortest escape: suicide. People have been forcibly confined here, like prisoners serving time. Being here was not their choice, so why are they even here?