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.