I love the big city. I relish the sounds of the its heartbeat; an old man on the corner playing his trumpet and the echo of each note bouncing off the buildings, the steady hum of a thousand conversations, car horns and screeching tires, the rush hour crowds' heavy, rushed footsteps, an accapella group busking down in the subway, the rumble of the passing train overhead. There's no such thing as boredom here, only lack of creativity and curiosity. Just stand on the corner of State and Lake and listen. Can you hear it? The city is alive and it's exhilarating to witness.