a letter in the post.

it's paved with grey. summer heat stinging between the buildings. assorted rubbish, a collage in the gutters. peeling posters decorating bare brick walls. you're my city. you're every city. i read a book that said it's in the biggest cities that people feel most alone. and i used to wonder how that made sense. all those people, all that loneliness.

- e.b.