Just yesterday I realised how limited edition my city is. I had finished having my coffee by 5ish o' clock, but I had no purpose of going back home. So, I decided it would be a good idea to go to the movies with a friend. BUT. The films wouldn't start till 6 or 7. And pop went my heart. We sat for a couple of ten minutes on a bench, smoking- doing nothing much really. My friend had to leave at seven and I was passing my time keeping her company. After some time I thought it could be pretty if we could go see the Toulouse Lautrec exhibition. There came the grand apprehension of the fact that the museum was closed.
So, there you have it. I live in a place that offers you nothing. The only thing that you can do without having it organised beforehand is have a cup of coffee, tea, a juice, a coke...and in that sense its a city of infinite options. When it comes to the creative side, the place is abysmal misery. And that is sad. Maybe the whole place is a big coffee shop, but it certainly is nothing of my taste. The aesthetic of the thing is tacky, really. It's as if the only thing you are expected to do when you leave your house is to go for coffee or for drinks and dancing. The question is how long can this sort of entertainment keep your batteries charged and your soul alert?
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