Oil on Canvas

Six floors of priceless art and it's a straight drop down. I get vertigo as we stand against the plexi railing and contemplate the fall. It's so strange to think that you live here. That when we leave, you'll still be here and have a life here.

I smile. Visitors always make me love the city a little more, open my eyes to its dirty madness, its impatient diversity. I show it off proudly, like a new lover, defensive of any unkind word but unaffected by the verdict. So this is where you live now? Is it, like, forever?

Hearts break, despite the best of intentions. But I giggle to think that the Answer, just might be Yes.