I don't understand when people reject the city. How can you not see the beauty of it? It's harshness is what makes it handsome for what are we if we are not strong? Smoothly rolling over the carpets of cement, passing the homeless people, camouflaged by the looming shapes of an alleyway, quite content in their begging on a hot summers day. Each imperfection makes a bump in this road and it's soothing, like morse code, telling me to keep going. People. Everywhere. The city. The only place you can feel utterly alone, surrounded by an abundance of other beings. So many people. You could watch them all day; on a park bench, from a store window, from your own living room if you preferred. It's amazing how many connections there is to be made, how many lives you might change in the course of a week. I feel so connected here. I have the world at my fingertips. I can do anything. I can go anywhere. I can be anyone.