Missive from Vienna


Vienna says hello, and she is more beautiful than I remember her. He
charms untainted by time or such fettles as pollution. But she is a
different city. She feels less self-reassured and less perfect than I
remember but maybe I am romanticising a city that I can never
rediscover. A city changed because I am changed and have become a man,
cynical, confident in the knowledge that I have seen enough and know
enough to know what I want, like, disdain and can never appreciate. I
miss you, perfect Vienna. But I hope someday I shall find you again.