Yeah, I know it's hard to live in the city...It's about survival, y'know? U get hopeless, suicidal, cannibalistic, melancholic, panicky and all sorts of weird stuff. There's a trend going on the last couple of years with strangers falling in love with strangers. People meeting others briefly on the subway, in a traffic jam, in a crowded bar well past midnight. Since they're too scared of rejection they comunicate via the personals section on a popular free press newspaper (and self crowned Pope of the urban lifestyle). They sign these hopeless love declarations as 'The blue-haired girl', the 'moronic tall guy with glasses' the 'ring ding ding' , all sorts of names and - mainly - facial features. I can't figure if that's plain stupid, romantic, sad, beautiful or just pathetic but i enjoy the idea of a love that flickers for a second before it's swallowed forever in the faceless streets of this city.It's just an interval before u get your daily fix of your hopeless, suicidal, cannibalistic, melancholic and panicky inner self, a scream of the infinite possibilities that never materialise ... and then when u least expect it, as you walk home after a hard day's work u listen Impressions, the Fused Up cover of the Coltrane classic, coming out of a window and it makes your day...and you suddenly love the city, the smells, the sounds, the people...Didn't I mention it earlier...well...u get psychopathic in the city as well...
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