"Then to the strangers, it seemed like a wilderness, a very jungle. A jungle of houses. It was a jungle too, ruled by strange powers about which they did not understand. Full of creatures which preyed upon each other. They were hunting you without rest. Tracking you in the daytime and watching in your path by night. The only difference was that they sought, not your life blood, but your money. And when you had been caught by them once or twice, you came to understand that this difference was no difference at all."
-Upton Sinclair, The Jungle (line removed for 1906 publishing and thereafter)

Pleased to draw something on real paper with real pencil. I may still do digital color.