Ape Rifle

I want to see a world of palm trees swaying in the breeze. I want to see a sunset that makes me believe in God. I want to float in turquoise waters with the calming sounds of silence. I want to gaze at a night blazing with stars, at a moon so bright it blinds. I want to stare at wondrous white clouds caressing the horizon. I want to see a sky so large it crowds out the world below. I want to dance on the red earth to scratchy Afro-Latin beats. I want to sit in the shade lost in meandering contemplation. I want to touch trees older than my home country. I want to hear the calm of quiet streets, the chatter and laughs of guilt-free conversation. I want to sip a refreshing drink and watch dhows glide through the water. I want to soak in the subtle roar of the ocean. I want to watch lizards dart through cracked walls and chickens wander the overgrown streets. I want the sun to sap my energy. I want my feet to sink in the sand. I want stunning vistas, brilliant colours, bright smiles and aimless walks. I want to breathe air thick with real smells and unadulterated nature. I want to grow my hair long and forget how to shave. I want sandals to be the new shoes. I want to stare in awe at a vast landscape. I want the traffic to be comprised of livestock. I want to relish in this slow-moving world. I need to shut down my senses and soothe my battered soul.

I want to cross the street in a cascade of people. I want an artificial sky full of glass, steel, posts, words, signs and windows. I want to get stuck in belching buses, honking taxis and darting scooters. I want a subway to rumble beneath my feet. I want my face aglow with artificial light, my body jarred by the deep hum of dense human existence. I want corporate monuments that reach for an elusive sky. I want to sweat at a memorable concert. I want the cultures of the world in one place speaking many languages. I want the horizon to be a distant dream of concrete and haze. I want to see patios bursting with lunchtime crowds. I want a sea of suits and briefcases to swim against. I want eternal consumerism, access to whatever I want whenever I want it. I want restaurants, coffee shops and highways buckling under grinding lanes of traffic. I want low-flying planes over smiling billboards. I want large crowds. I want busy parks. I want a loud summer bar spilling out onto the sidewalk. I want to see cranes haunt the skyline. I want to soak in the energy of movement, the bustle of commerce. I want modern art and post-modern monstrosities. I want to talk to my phone instead of other people. I want to be completely swept up in sweltering urban life. I want my air well conditioned and my surfaces paved. I need to overload my senses and batter my soul.

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