It’s easy to be dead in a suburb.

It’s easy to drift into the background, to disconnect yourself from the situations and people and places and words and momentary ecstacies which set your heart on fire.

And it’s funny how quickly you forget; how quickly the perfect, joyful pain of real life becomes unfamiliar.

But if you’re truly a child of the city; if you’ve ever tied the rhythms of your heart to it; bled with it and healed with it and trudged through it and skipped across it, it never leaves you.
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