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Soberly, cities don’t really know what to do with me, except to shove things in my mouth and let me run aimlessly through the area. They try to stress me out with their noise and hustle and bustle, which they haven’t succeeded in doing very well so far. When I think back to how I was doing just two weeks ago, I have now ascended to the spheres of a champion.

I walk, I stroll, I explore. I look for the coast, but they won’t let me. I look for the lighthouse at the end of the horizon. “No Through Road.” Does that apply to me? It does. Signposts, missing, I walk “One Way”, and back again. Extra miles that no one pays me for. The city is too big, I succumb to the heat.

Everyone is hip, the cars are hip, the cats are hip, even the market is hip. The only one who is not hip is the dog, he just IS.

I sit, the coffee flowing into me as the traffic passes me by. The tables lined up, in formation. Everything regulated. Dictatorship of the little man. Buttons pushed. Keeping pace. The laser blasts. Go! The man, he blinks.

The standstill is interrupted in one direction for a short time. Stop! The team is changed. Wait! The flow in cyclic change, A, B, A,B. Endless. Wondering if it will ever end or if it will stay like this forever. I don’t have the time to investigate the events further.

Sport, sport. Clothes, sport. People, sport. Food, sport. Life is sport. The way to the job, the way home, the way to the gym, the way is the gym. Everybody is so sport, I feel involved.

I have gained understanding. Understanding of the buttons in the ear. Understanding for the need to let the world, be world. Understanding of the solution to regulate what we ourselves have created. Button in, noise out. Now I have had enough. I drink up and become one with the masses, the fish in the water. He’s just drifting, too.

The city is wet. I crawl away. The paint on the walls, hung walls. Free shelter. I am thrilled. Cost-free has never been so beautiful. I wax poetic. The city takes a liking to me.

The last few days have been rainy. It made me realize that there is something more in some cities after all. There is culture. Not only food and drink culture, but above all a rich offer of entertainment. Even if cities make my heart beat too high with their excessive traffic, this is the reason why I am always drawn back to them. It is, for the same reason, impossible for me to live in the village.

Since I love nature just as much, I seem to have to find a home for the future that manages the split between the two. Actually, the only thing I can think of at the moment is finding a switch between the two extremes.

I’m sport, I’m hip, I’m gone. Bye Australia.