“I dream of other roads in other lands. Of another home.” - Samuel Beckett
There are lights in the distance, cities I might never go to, places that hold a promise of something - something sad, happy and exciting, and melancholic at the same time, a yearning possessing me while I observe them, a longing I cannot place nor name.
Captivated by the city lights
This is how I feel most of the time while travelling. Whenever I move from one point to another, be it across the globe to start my life anew, or to go on an adventure, or a holiday, or while visiting friends, or on a business trip, I am captivated by the lights of those cities I might never see up close. Maybe that is why I choose the window seat on planes or why I stop chatting with my fellow passengers in the car or the bus usually at twilight, to observe the horizon. Or why I have my nose pressed up against the windows on a train or why I usually choose a downtown hotel, with my room as high up as possible, with views of the city lights that lull me to sleep.
...and by everything else that defines them
I love exploring cities. The big, crowded, dirty, polluted cities, buzzing with life, dreams and anguish of the thousands, sometimes millions of souls it embraces. I love the anonymity and the freedom that comes with it. I love learning their little dirty secrets and discovering the mysteries they hide. I love the narrow streets and huge boulevards. I see them as a proof of the human vision, of the capacity we have to think big, to create an order outlined by the chaos of the traffic jam and rushing of its people.
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