I love cities
I love cities.
I love the layers. The physical layers and the imagined layers -images of desire in the cities we love (and want to visit) and of hopelessness in the cities we hate (and probably stuck in). I love how cities become characters, growing many shades and hues of shadows and bright lights in the hearts of people who live in them.
I love that cities have many rules but no traditions.
I love that cities can lie to me, can tell me things that they think is true of themselves when they actually dream of other things.
I love that cities can live a long life and die a long death, or probably stay somewhere in between for a very, very long time.
I love to passionately despise cities and unmovingly, narrow-mindedly, defend and love them.