Clearly, then, the city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.

The city is not a concrete jungle, it is a human zoo.

I feel like a leopard who has been let out of the zoo and is back on the... jungle, savanna, whatever, I'm not sure where leopards live! The lions may be chasing me, but at least I'm in my element.

it has been shown off, concealed, styled, cut, trimmed, extended, straightened, waved, put up, let down, colored and decorated in a thousand ways.

No matter how old we become, we can still call them "Holy Mother" and "Father" and put a child-like trust in them

I viewed my fellow man not as a fallen angel, but as a risen ape