Alright, I give (Open Thread)

I’ve got nothing. There’s just nothing in my head today but work and song lyrics. (mm, classic rock songs. Totally Ana’s fault. Just saying.)

Instead, have a bit of The Hunt and an open thread. Warning: Very rambley, unpolished writing:

The city looked so white from above. Every building identical, save for the important landmarks; everything clean and fresh and devoid of character, personality, or life. I knew that to be a lie, of course. The city had plenty of personality. You simply had to know where to look.
The personality of a city lies in the little things it loses in the cracks; the dropped change rolling into the gutter, the lost people huddling in doorsteps trying to keep warm as winter rapidly approached, the lost chances to improve itself cancelled due to budget cuts and bureaucracy drawbacks. Lost sporting events, lost rivalries, lost history, lost future. A city that lost too much would be a city that was gone forever, lucky to live on only in memory as a footnote in the history books; a city that retained too much lost its identity, became a multicultural metropolis, no more the city it once was, merely a pale imitation of other cities worldwide. A city with too much past had no room for a future; a city with nothing but a future lost its roots, lost sight of where it came from.
Gods, I hated Paris.

Do cities have flavors to you? What’s your favorite city? Least favorite?

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2 Responses to Alright, I give (Open Thread)

  1. James G. says:

    I haven’t ever noticed a flavor, but cities do have a feel. Not so sure on the least favorite, but my most favorite city is Asheville, NC. It’s a pretty nice city that isn’t too large and has, to my recollection, the BEST burrito place in the world.

  2. Galway is definitely my favourite city. It’s too small to really qualify as a city, but they call themselves one and I’m not going to argue. It’s on the west coast, facing the Atlantic, so the weather can be dreadful, but on a good day it’s wonderful. It somehow manages to simultaneously feel somehow more Irish than most Irish towns, and yet also have a strange almost Mediterranian air.

    It’s a city of art festivals, of theatres, of music. It’s a student town. It’s a tourist destination. It’s an hour away on the train. And it’s a place steeped in history. It’s a place where the city museum is also an art gallery, and is free.

    TRiG.

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