City If you go there it will come... It will rise like a tidal wave, its backdrop rippling, rocking, and undulating until the picture comes into sharp focus. It'll be reluctant at first, giving you a once over before finally agreeing to invite you in... hospitable and warm like an old Southern grandmother waiting to bury you in her soft bosom. This place of blinding lights and infinite possibilities. You will love it at first, wide-eyed and overwhelmed by all its burnt offerings... dancing singing and lovely freely Every archetype swallowing you... biting gulping sucking leaving passion-flower wounds on your soul. You crash, you burn a deadly collision that leaves you unrecognizable and unable to speak Recovery seems damn near impossible- your life force sputtering, spitting, and beeping... each squiggle of the green line struggling to remain afloat, like hope. All this... and then stabilization. You recover, and then nostalgia overtakes you... You stand in line, ready to take another thrilling ride.