Ode to a city
I'll miss this city. I'll miss this lazy city with all its morning rush and night quiet. There's always the romanticism particularly found in endings. For instance the constant scorching heat at noon, and the absolute insistence to not budge from the sky-high auto prices. I forget them all with an umbrella and an Uber app. With the possessiveness I never knew I had, I started to defend this place and its shortcomings. “It's an absolutely amazing place to learn, you know” or “Who cares about the lack of nightlife if you have the right set of people”. I go from here to the city that has everything, why does it feel emptier to me then?
