Is it weird to love a city like a living being? If it is, then I suppose it’s even weirder to believe that a city loves you. I don’t know. All I know is that it’s totally different that liking a city very much. Not like how people say “I love Paris! It’s such a cool/romantic place!” for example. It goes way WAY deeper than that.
I just got back from a trip to the city that actually loves me more than any other place I’ve ever been to (and believe me, I’ve been to loads of places!). To me, this city is a living organism, consisting of other living organisms. The way the human body is a compilation of different kinds of cells, bacteria and other substances that somehow cooperate, each with their own consciousness, yet still part of the bigger consciousness that is a human. All cities are like that, but this is the only one I can perceive so clearly. I don’t know if it’s because of the city itself, if it’s more conscious or more social than other cities, but whenever I am there, there isn’t even a moment when I stop feeling the living being that is the city: huge compared to me, powerful, wise, loving. Really old, yet very modern, ever-changing, ever-evolving. I can reach out with my consciousness and feel the boundaries of the city, where it starts becoming less and less of the city and more of something else until it’s not the city anymore, until another consciousness is reached, one that belongs to a different place. A different being.