Closed For Repairs

April 3, 2011

Last night, I went home at a reasonable hour, and alone (by choice). Driving back in the taxi through the shiny, empty streets reminded me why I fell in love with this city in the first place.

There are some cities with a bourgeois feel to them. They are closed off, unwelcoming to strangers, and are especially conducive to monotonous routines.

This city is the opposite. The streets are wide. The buildings are big. The people are welcoming. When it’s sunny, the light is everywhere. When it’s raining, there’s nowhere to hide. I remember the first time I came here. My friend and I flew in and took the metro directly into the gay district. No hotel that night: we just wanted to feel the life here. I remember walking out of the metro into the small plaza, and it was love at first sight.

I think I’m closing down for repairs. I need to concentrate on this city. On art and literature and the language. On annuities and on overhead costs. I will still continue writing on les theory, but I want to scale down on the practice. Cheers!

1950s

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One Response to “Closed For Repairs”

  1. N said

    awww like like! : )

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