“It seemed to Ellen at moments that George regarded them, and regarded things - just things, in the outside world - with a passion which held him so still that it resembled indifference. Perhaps it was indifference - as though they, having given him this astonishing feeling, might for a time float away and he not care.”
-Delta Wedding, Eudora Welty
That’s what happens in this city sometimes, I think. For why-ever and what-ever reason, the elements here can desensitize you to their charm and spunk and funk. And you forget too easily how magical, for example, the smell of magnolia trees is, or the feeling of biking down a smooth street after 10 miles of broken concrete can be, or the power of perspective you get while sitting next to the river. The awesomeness of any place is partly obfuscated by the seeing-it-everyday.
Sometimes you get a D- on a test and want to avoid your room and kind of feel in a listless, floaty state. And no magical city cures that.
But mostly, it’s great here.
