The soul of the city.

The city has a soul that connects with mine, it matches my rhythm, it resonates with my emotions. I spent days walking around, feeling the buildings, the streets, the parks…and the people.

I came here looking for something, not knowing what that something was. Emotions. Experiences. Answers, I thought instinctively. However, I did not even have the questions. I was trying to find my stable quantum self, to achieve comprehension and equipoise. An exit from the existential black hole.

I found a paradox. Ecstatic times of exultation. Quiet times of soul searching. Sensual times of physical and emotional connections. The reflection of myself in someone else. Being and feeling, without words. For one moment, I was free from the black hole. And then it was back. Had I really been free? The paradox - I imagined him, I wished him...But he was not real.

A parallel universe that will never be.