I walked down the roads of Metropole, rows of bookstores, the Veneta boutique, bus stops and taxi spots, all I could think of was how different it would have been if there had not been only me. I do realize I only miss the idea of the person. And I'm aware of the fact that I need my own space. I walked by the reflective walls of Prada, Citibank, plenty of galleries and the plaza, attentively enough to see my silhouette move with ease. There is no meaning in dressing, only intention. And the best intention of all is the idea of taking them off easily.
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