A city’s intricacy

by avocadoandlemon

It’s the city’s crush and heave that move you; its intricacy; its endless life.

    ~The Hours, Michael Cunningham

I’ve been trying for months now to articulate exactly this sentiment. I miss the open space of my country upbringing, I miss the clean air, I miss seeing the stars in the sky at night. But this, this layer upon later of human intricacy, is what I’d miss about the city were I to move to the country.

An example: in a house around the corner from mine lives a man who practises his operatic singing in the middle of the day. Sometimes I happen to be walking past, and it never fails to make me smile—there he is, just the thickness of a wall away from me, singing beautifully.

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Cross-posted on my writing blog.

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