frag.

I love the city. I hate the city. The city gives me something to love and something to hate. Even rarer - something that cannot be altered by either of these passionate emotions. Every effort to interact with the city under each banner leaves it unchanged, except only as I conceive it, see it, feel it, dream it. It bears my projections indifferently, like a patient parent who tolerates a child’s tantrum knowing but incapable of transferring the knowledge that what bothers or upsets or frustrates the child is an immutable fact of nature. The city is what it is, nothing less, nothing more, for better or for worse, as only the silent, inanimate, distant - temporally and geographically distant - the lost and the irretrievable, can be made into myth. Only that which cannot answer for itself, cannot argue or dispel, educate, enlighten, downplay itself…