S.R Fleiser

Sexism and The City

It was the day that everything changed. The city was revelling, a continuous cycle of drudgery, delusion, and desperation. Once again, I found myself standing waiting for the rhythm of the traffic light to quicken to a rapid pace and allow me to cross the road. Most people didn’t obey the traffic lights in the city, something about having no time. Yet, I quite looked forward to taking my time in the morning. With the hallowed sounds of civilisation knocking impatiently at my door and my heartbeat syncopated with the city, I looked around for a second, tried to gain my bearings.