I never imagined God as a neon light, or angels to be fast cars. But, well, what if the city is alive? This is just to say, I have put my faith into this concrete jungle. Have you ever seen angels crashing, bursting into supernovas of fire, or God, illuminating the dark? I have. There is no heaven for metropolitan children. This is my life. This is my soul. This is my religion. The city is the only amen I know.