Places aren't what we think. The spirit of the city is in the promise of its lights, the shining of its glass and steel. What fascinates us are the same things that keep us from getting where we're longing to be. We like to believe that something exciting is happening behind those windows where those lights are shining. That's what I love about places: they're mirrors, reflections of those hopes and dreams we hold inside and can never get to.
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