I have always felt an affinity with the city.
Spending so long living inside my own head, the anonymity and endless possibility never ceases to fascinate me. Often asked why I want to leave the idyllic little town I’ve grown up in, a baby city if you will, I never know how to answer yet the reason is etched onto my retinas so deeply that every time I close my eyes it’s all I see. The city.
I want the dark nights crossing the road in the rain, headlights permeating the darkness, footsteps wearing down the streets, the snatches of conversations gleaned in passing groups of people. Coffee shops open into the evenings, crawling into an armchair with a book and a mocha watching life happen and feeling so infinitely satisfied that these people don’t know me and I don’t know them, but for that split second we were a part of something great, something greater than you or me. Something infinite.
Falling out of clubs with friends, alcohol running through our veins.
I don’t wanna be your friend; I wanna kiss your neck.
Music and atmosphere. Life, infectious in its beauty. Devastating yet wonderful at the same time. Tube journeys, speeding underneath a city so vibrant and alive. Discovery.