I love my city. It's grimy and grotty and mad and beautiful; it has some of the people I love best in the world, and a lot of the people I think are the best. It fights off floods and alien invasions and delights in its own geekishness; it's clouded with people but there's always someone who wants to know your name. It has its own language and its own song: I see the stained-glass archaic grace of St John's, the alien ship lighting up the smoky sky, the white points of the stadium and the canopy of lights along St Mary's, and I know I'm home.
And everyone should feel thus about the place they live, or they have no business living there. :) You know how I feel about London, and damn, it's good to know I'm not the only person with an absurd and emotional connection to their home.
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Date: 2009-03-20 05:43 pm (UTC)And everyone should feel thus about the place they live, or they have no business living there. :) You know how I feel about London, and damn, it's good to know I'm not the only person with an absurd and emotional connection to their home.