Melbourne

I had a small crowd asking me in a week, "Why can't you have enough of Melbourne?"

For one, I'm a greedy glut.

I embrace the city in many many many ways. Though, I don't think it's love (I fall in and out of love so easily). If my relationship with Melbourne should be explained in a single word, it could possibly be lust. I'd rather be fond in lust than in love. That way, nothing bores me.

Do I digress?

If I was ever more in love with Melbourne, it may be because of a memory. A memory of treasured innocence, youth and simplicity. I had a Taste of Freedom. And like all things so dangerously beautiful, too much of freedom is too bad. Too little welcomes craving.

A taste is never enough. I'm getting hungry.