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[memoryanddesire]

This city is sucking the life from me. Day after day the same sad faces, the same destitute pleas for anything resembling cigarettes and alcohol. The streets are dirty, and the buildings feel like rubble behind a mirage of car-exhaust and terror.

There are moments. I never thought I’d believe Worchester to be uplifting. These pass too quickly

Comments

[colidescopeyes]

i ran away from the city one day, i got in my car and i drove for 3 hours and just left. it was so grey and dead and lonely.

i empathize with what you're feeling

[memoryanddesire]

We met once or twice back seven or eight years ago, right?

It's nice to see you pop up here from time to time.

[colidescopeyes]

Yes we did. At show somewhere. I like reading what you write.

[nopointoforigin]

New York my dear. It can be a rough city but its beautiful and full of adventures. Bring Em and come out for a weekend.

[chansondespoir]

I often feel this way. The city, full of people with all their hopes and dreams all smashed together and stepping on each other, crushes my creativity. I'm always in awe of people who get inspiration from the city. I feel like I need some space for perspective (like one sometimes needs hindsight from an emotion to be able to write about it), and how can I have perspective on human behavior with all these humans in my face?!

Go take a walk in nature. Although - on second thought - that's bad for immunity. It'll make those sad faces more real. But on third thought -- immunity is bad for creativity. Welcome to Catch-22.