The Broadcast Crowd

A city exhales a thousand faces, all tuned to different channels of the same silence. Bodies stand shoulder to shoulder, but their thoughts flicker behind glass, blue-lit, buffered, delayed. Neckties and coats march forward while expressions loop endlessly— confusion, obedience, longing, static. The buildings watch back, unblinking, as the street becomes a signal and humanity becomes a transmission waiting to remember its own voice.