Living City As I sit here, the city moves and lives around me. I am sat here, doing nothing and not taking part. This city has a soul. It makes me feel alien. I'm on the outside looking in, even though it surrounds me. I'm lost in its labyrinth. I tried for so long to be a part of the city, to find my place. Meaning eludes me as I continue to be a stranger. I look around me and see all the other people moving with purpose and direction and I wonder where they are headed. What do all the happy people do, where do they go?
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