Monday, 21 July 2014


At what point do you start belonging to a city? Not when you fall in love with the big, obvious things about it. Not when the wind blows fair. Not when the nights are young. But when you start noticing the small things. The sparrow sitting on the signboard that says West. The old man going about his business. The distorted glass that captures you and that yellow cab melting into the city. It's that moment, the city becomes you and you become the city.

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