I think as far as numbers go, 2010 is far more poetic. That is also the year I have to be in that city- which is both real and phantasmagoric at the same time. A city that stuns with its reality and inspires flights far beyond the imaginable.
People, places and circumstance; stories, settings and chance all fall into one place here. Everything is simultaneous and everything is possible.
Humans are dwarfed by the architecture, and it tells stories of a gazillion kind. Endeavour is dwarfed by ambition; and the skyscrapers are testimony.
By that kind of ambition and a city that can inspire it, I am humbled. I understand why anyone would want to romance it.
So 2010 is the year. And of WKW I am truly envious
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