Everyday, I wake up and get shouted at, this city screams at me, it tells me to explore it, to walk the streets because just a simple walk along the streets here is full of magic and wonder, full of longing for something that I can never have.
At home I rush from A to B like there is nothing along the way, rushing with blinkers on to the destination like the journey doesn’t matter, the journey always matters. There is always something to see, something to learn, here A to B doesn’t matter to me it is the things I see in between that are the most important.
The things I become a part of just by walking past them, the smiles, the waves, the interested looks from people doing the same as me. They look, they see, they feel and touch a city that is forever changing and can not settle on a single idea.
Perhaps that is why I love this city so much, we are the same, every day an idea pops into my mind, a great idea that must be pursued right away or be lost forever, yesterday’s idea being thrown out like the trash.
Every day this city has a wonderful idea, every day this city changes, everyday people sit and watch, not the clocks or the flocks of tourists go by. They simply watch the city to see everything at once, they watch every day to see a new city moulded from old clay.
Some writing from a trip I took last year.