the dirty love affair

eight years ago i visited london for the first time, and i clearly remember the feeling i got when leaving the tube at oxford circus and going up to the light, sound and smell on oxford street. i thought i would feel overwhelmed, but strangely, i didn't. the reason i can't forget this moment is because what i felt, and that was "i'm home".
what a strange feeling to get the first time you arrive in a new city. since then my appetite for world cities hasn't stopped. hopefully london will be my home at last this fall.

the lights flash

a friend told me of a song, memories came back to me, it wasn't the the song, even though i've heard it before. the lyrics told me about a memory not so old.

pj harvey sings:

"On a rooftop in Brooklyn
One in the morning
Watching the lights flash
In Manhattan..."

i know the song isn't about the city, it is a scene for the story of the song. but that city is the scene for so many stories and memories, it is part of it. and for me these four lines brings memories, memories from the city.