#8

The idea persisted with me throughout the trip and when I got out I was greeted by the sweet smell of pollution. Even though it had been less than a day since the last time I’d been in one, it seemed like forever. Now all I wanted was to get to the centre to scout for opportunity. I saw this as coming out of the hole I dug myself, and the fact that I could realize that felt better than a slap in the face. The size of the city was unprecedented to me, which made it scary, yet beautiful. It gave me both hope, that I could be a part of it and mould it, and fear, that I’d be eaten up by it and rubbed away. Now it was time to look forward and up, I had no one, but I had my ideas and me. Somehow that was reassuring and at that moment it was all I needed for my legs to move.

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