i love living in this city. love walking down streets with cliff-like buildings looming over, or spattered with the colourful bits and remains of posters and sticker art; love the chatter of the pedestrian lights as they change to draw a swarm of people across or the sound of laughter in 17 different languages. i love this city the same way i love the mountains, or the beach, or birdsong. are they all that different? really?
Are they all different? No. Is one love different than the other? No..
I so love the words "stand strong and brutal like sureness"
Kia ora feddabonn,
Interesting thoughts. I always relish and look forward to my time in big cities for much the same reasons as you. But I always find after a while my thoughts head back to the mountains and being surrounded by a different type of quiet sky scrapers. Not sure why that is, just that there is a place for both, and maybe one of the reasons it is so essential we protect the wilderness as well. Just so it is there.
Cheers,
Robb
place for both is right, robb!
neat!!! … by the power CreativeCommons i shall adapt the above for a song..really
Hopefully. Otherwise, could you imagine the monotony? I ti ve lo maw? At least, I like that Darjeeling is different from Mizoram – confuses and identifies me.
Twigs in the foreground – deliberate?
true.
@twigs: don't remember now, lol.
Your blog kinda sucks! You should change the way you write and probably the wordpress theme. Else is just a time losing method. I don’t want to be a bastard, is just a friendly advice
i probably should, i probably should