The noise you hear is the city’s heartbeat.
The traffic, the sirens, the cursing. This is what life, and liberty, and the pursuit of every other madding delight actually sound like here.
We set out in opposite directions.
I head south, you head north. Later, you and I reverse the affair. Later, you and I reverse the object of pursuit. Towards some overnight indulgence, towards something or other that passes for freedom.
Something that passes too quickly.
If we’re lucky, the sun will carry us back home. If not, well there’s always tomorrow and the sound of the city’s next heartbeat.
Even when it remains seductively unheard.
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