Galaxy

"Outside New York, a high place where with one glance you take in the houses where eight million human beings live.
The giant city over there is a long flimmery drift, a spiral galaxy seen from the side.
Inside the galaxy, coffee cups are being pushed across the desk, department store windows hold out a begging cup, a whirlwind of shoes that leave no trace behind."
Tomas Tranströmer, The Half-Finished Heaven