Cars queue together, sitting under the artificial light of the city. The traffic light in the distance changes to green. No one moves. Rush-hour traffic is accepted like a daily ritual as radio stations play their adverts, creating an unquestioned background noise amongst passengers. A glimpse through the rear view mirror shows a cyclist heading home with ease, unhindered by the congestion. A few drivers are met with inspiration, but most just get more frustrated. The traffic light changes back to red, oblivious to the lack of movement surrounding it. Welcome to city. The place where dreams are supposedly made.