it feels like i am breaking up or something.

this city is too him, and that city is the other. i got to know this city because he was coming...and then, little by little, let it love me. and i loved it back a little too, sometimes. everything in this city tastes of him...my bed, fish fingers, jute wallets, arguments, footpaths, escalators...how do i get him out of my system...

leave the city...

and he is waiting in the other city. and that city tastes of him. my first introduction to that city is him.

this city is slow, that fast. old, new. like them, they are opposites...

where am i? where am i?