Every night my granddad unscrewed his car aerial so gangs wouldn't break it off - I could feel fear in the air. Nothing is as it seems - I knew it as a kid, but couldn't find proof. It was just a feeling. Living in the Northwest, I never really saw a big city. When I visited New York, the contrast was so great that I felt a surge of power every time I went near a city.
Life is a matter of contrasts.
If everything is noisy and a bomb goes off, one is only mildly affected. But, if it's quiet when the explosion hits, one is really affected. That' s my love-hate relationship with the city.