One of my favourite poets is T.S Eliot. He has a poem called "preludes" which explains the sinister and depressing side of urban life. I found this interesting so I have decided to base my project around the ideas evoked from this poem.
Heres a paragraph from the poem...
The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.
With the other masquerades
That times resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.
