December 3, 2019
I am a “city boy” by nature. The thought of relocating somewhere “more peaceful” or, heaven forbid, to the soulless bland nullity of “the suburbs” fills me with a sort of nauseous horror. It seems odd, given what a loner and misanthrope I am, but I think it has to do with the way the bustle of the city allows people like me to disappear, to be ignored, to glide through the traffic and the endless anonymous faces like an unseen ghost. The city buries you, enfolds you like a blanket. It suits introverts and oddballs in a unique way.