Urban sensations

To be lonely in this city where everything is impermanent, where people associate without sincerity, without sorrow, without secret, where the buildings stand and in the darkness watch and listen - this is the most awesome, inexplicable, murderous horror. The trams are roaring at me, coming off the rails, chasing me. At every lighted crossroads, their green armor shines. Cars at night fly, fly, hypnotize. And on the wide square, the locales have hungrily eaten. What in the world have I lost? Friends? Friend? Sweetheart? Oh, true loneliness is inexplicable! I hope the day does not come when I myself will not last and stumble exhausted before the wheels of the tram.