The city can be like a jungle. Skyscrapers evoking a mood of the ominous, as if hiking alone in the unknown jungle. Street lamps and traffic lights standing as if various types of tropical trees. Always countless strangers who are unknown inhabitants, as if exotic birds flying here and there. A few who are like wild animals, aimlessly trekking through the bush of the city, perhaps a derelict drinking while screaming, a prostitute attempting to turn a trick, a rushing stranger who brushes past—knocking you, stirring the emotion of frustration.
Then again, the cityscape is often an abstraction of line, shapes, form, colour, texture, evoking a sense of awe, or wonder, or delight— much like the impressive paintings of Wassily Kandinsky.
In the city, you are never quite sure whether you’ll experience the jungle or an art gallery.