I like the city because it shelters my madness from those who can not appreciate it's a labour of love.
I like the city because it allows my dreams to rest in the gutter or take refuge in a young urban girl's hair.
I like the city because I ride the trains and realise how insignificant we are.
I like the city because I can pretend to be in a hurry and apologise for arriving early.
I like the city because street beggers allow me to feel pity and indifference with simultaneous movements.
I like the city because I can watch people as they would like to be.
I like the city because I can flirt with my own image.
I like the city because it knows I'm a fraud but it's willing to look the other way.
I like the city because filth can be easily replicated.
I like the city because normal people can be easily overlooked.
I like the city because all men are created equal, at least at Steamworks.
I like the city because Hosier Lane has never heard of Sir Arthur Streeton.
I like the city because you can find Albert Tucker everywhere.
I like the city because everyone seems to be heading in the same direction.
I like the city because taxi drivers have some idea where they are.
I like the city because it smells like me.

So much deliciousness in one post! My friends and I always say how much we'd love to be ladies that lunch. I'm not sure if Melbourne hairthe actuality is as fun as what we do but a girl can dream?! :P
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