The City (part 3)
February 3rd, 2025
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The days are still short on the hours, but yet insatiable with the grayness. Paradoxically, that helps me see a lot more of the city than in other seasons. There is no grass, nor snow to cover all that sticks out now everywhere I look. There is garbage strewn and visible where it usually lies under a thick cover for most of the year. Now, there is nothing to cover the reality of the city. Of course, main arteries, main sidewalks, and main neighborhoods are clean and presentable, but take a step to the side and you will see it. Papers, plastics, cans, bottles, glass, butts, dog shit — you name it. That is a part of living in the city, surrounded by unimportant characters whose only attempt at being noticed is to trash the place they claim to be a part of. And leafless trees don’t help. What is the point of those brown and gray messy masses just standing there, not covering anything without their leaves? That helps me see as well, helps me see that no matter where I look — I cannot see a horizon. I cannot see the horizon in other seasons as well, but then I cannot see anything through the leaves. Now that realization is disappointing. The city is disappointing as well. Relief comes only from being in your place. Well-lit place. Warm place. Safe place. And if the city is made out of such places, why is it so cold and unforgiving?
