Sometimes, I look out over this City, and it is so beautiful that it takes my breath away. The sun sets over the tall skyscrapers, casting golden lights and hard gray shadows throughout, with nothing but a clear blue sky for a backdrop.
Sometimes, I look out over this City, and it looks like a set, a painting. I am not entirely convinced I am truly here at all. And if I am not here now, would it matter if I stayed? Would it matter if I left?
To be honest, I haven't the slightest idea what the hell I am doing. To be honest, I am just as lost as anyone else.
Some days I mind it. Some days I don't.
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