I love being in big cities, surrounded by beeping horns and rushing business men with their phones in one hand and their coffee in the other. Everything just moves so fast, every is so consistent yet so inconsistent. I guess that is what I love about cities, how everything flows, there is never a pause. For those instances, I allow myself to not think about me or my stupid life and just absorb all that is around me. When you're in city, you suddenly feel so small and irrelevant and I personally am just mesmerised by all the different people going to different places. I could watch people all day you know.

During this summer, when I had absolutely nothing to do (which was most of time if I did not have work), I would take my copy of The Catcher in the Rye with a tropical flavoured capri-sun and go to different parks and just make a day of it. I would find a good spot, or bench and plunge into 1950's New York. I would occasionally see this old man in the morning walking his dog with a copy of a newspaper he just bought under his arm, he would smile at me, perhaps say good morning. I would then take a good look at his face, his clothes, just his body language. I wondered what he would do when he got home, if he had any hobbies, what was his dog was called, whether he liked jazz music, what he was going to make for lunch. It's all really interesting stuff. I would then come across the mother who takes her extremely hyper active children who she cannot control to the park. Seeing children makes me feel both tremendously happy yet indescribably upset. Kids are so innocent, so naive, so unprotected and mostly unprepared for life. I kinda wanna cry when I see kids man, like I'm so jealous. I wish I was young and careless about everything. All wrapped up in a foggy bubble. Children are so easy going, they trust everything and worry about nothing and just have fun I guess. Although, the thought of them not being able to be like that forever makes me sad. The idea that they're going to be sunk into a tornado of agony and misery in a few years makes me scared for them. But then again, nobody prepared me and I'm surprisingly still alive.