Traffic circled the ground around the towers, turning it into an island.
Sometimes the cars and buses became jammed behind traffic lights, sending a low hum over to the thousands of windows.
This sound was pierced by the speeding motorbikes that were allowed to overtake by the stationary vehicles. From the windows, all the metallic little objects seemed to be moving so quickly around the gigantic concrete structures.
On some days, she would follow the cars as they swung around the curved road in the distance. They would all be vanishing off to somewhere else.
However, she never felt the need to leave.