One of the few universal truths of the City is that one day we'll forget. No matter your experiences or your relations, regardless of whatever meaning you've constructed, everything here will reach an end.  Unlike death, you won't take to your grave the years behind you, but  you'll return to your life, completely oblivious. The mind isn't as tenacious as you would think. In fact, you'd surprised how easily a lifetime of identity can be sloughed off. Expecting some artifact to remain when you leave is idealism.

Some could argue that the transitory nature of the City adds more meaning. You've got a limited time together, so you better utilize each moment to the fullest, as the cliche goes. You'll spend all your nights fucking and all that heart-felt bullshit. But you'll still forget. It will still be pointless. Maybe you say you're living in the immediate, so even though reality's a short width of time, it doesn't matter.

The point is— none of this will have ever existed in your mind. Doesn't that invalidate all your experiences? Why try so hard when it ultimately means nothing?

( private to eden )