I’ve heard that the City gave prose its pulse, casually introduced vice to virtue, and that it transcends all ideals. Though, my infatuation with the city seems to grow, the city is not one to be messed with. It is a stranded entity oozing with progressive inspiration in all its glorious debauchery, and is the muse for everything subversive.  It is a living, breathing insinuation that life isn’t bound to peripheries. I just adore it. this all just bloomed in my mind… I’m obviously smitten.