Just think about it. It is constant change, the act of consuming other people’s bodies, emotions, unique quirks. The bizarre soundtrack of New York reminds me of a boyfriend I once had. The many vivid smells of Milan bring memories of a girl I once had a crush on and her beautiful freckled face. The dull colors of Berlin take me back in time to someone I can’t even remember: I only have a taste of his dry lips tucked away somewhere deep in the corners of my mouth. I am always going places or thinking about cities I’ve just returned from. I’m always somewhere in-between and never entirely there