Fourth FloorFrom my apartment window on the fourth floor, I've intensely watched all the little people rush around down on the streets. I've seen them quickly pass each other, only focused on where they're headed. Like children, lost in their own little fantasy worlds where nothing matters, they run around without noticing the world around them. Rushing, rushing, always rushing. Sometimes I wonder if they even breathe. Over the streets they go, avoiding stray cars and cyklists. Oh how the look like bewildered little ants, desperately trying to find their way in the big city.I really do wonder how they keep the pace, I know I never could.