I found a matchstick
lit it
then threw it away.

The city is full of unknown faces and voices.
The faces passing by as you walk down the crowded streets. The man smiling at you as he looks up from the asphalt. The couple giggling and holding hands as they walk pass you. The kid holding her mothers hand looking strangely at you. The voices of the people trying to sell their counterfeit goods and cheap food. The cab driver yelling at the teens running out of his cab. The poor man sitting on the pavement with his dog on his lap begging for money and food.
The city is full of unknown faces and voices.