You were a city dweller, years ago now. Before that, you were living even more remotely than your current home, but far out to the north of the city. It's tempting to think back on those times, but you've been trying to break the habit. You moved to the city because you thought it would open up options that'd be otherwise inaccessible. You weren't wrong. There's a kind of automatic excess to reminiscing. It opens up a yawning, beckoning pit that swallows you whole and easy on lonely, unfilled days. The city is a place drenched in memory, but when you find yourself there, it slaps you awake with the vibrancy of bustling ongoing life.