The City at Night — Summary

The City at night smells like memory & life to you.

Only in the right places, of course.

It smells like youth, like fantasies of endless abandon.

Especially when it's just rained.

You don't know the names of the chemicals & materials that constitute this smell.

You know only why you find so much delight in such a slight thing:

Once, a long time ago, you would roam the luminescent concrete pathways of the City & you were free.

Liberated from the wrong kind of eyes & noise, you found a place where the rules were different,

where you had just enough money, & just enough friends, to create a sense of excitement…

but now you're older, & everything has changed.

Somehow all those nights came to an end & you're left with nothing but soft-edged memories.

All the minor details, once so sharp & bright you held them tight to protected them like diamonds, have faded;

the beginning has become only the fragment of a dream.

Freedom has changed:

obligation replaced attachment & left you with only a feeling of distance,

the strange sensation that you are not what you once were, the you are lost & always have been.

Reason has fallen.

Yet stubbornly still you cling to something you cannot explain, except to say:

"We all have dead & dying hopes & beliefs scattered about our feet… but I refuse to believe that we cannot find the strength to bury them; that one day we will find the strength to begin again.

Fuck you if you don't believe

just watch me."