The Wall Had it Coming

I am faced with a most conflicting sets of circumstances, and I find myself struggling: I have no right to be bored in such a place but that is just what I am. I am itching to begin my studies, to delve deeper and fly higher and perhaps crash harder than I thought possible, to have my work be just good enough and even still be torn to pieces. I have been blessed with such a life-changing experience, and every single aspect of my current situation ought to scream: this is amazing! And yet, there is no resounding echo of awe and wonder. I feel normal. Unchanged. At home.

Almost.

There is something different about the air here: it is piquant, saturated with anything and everything even the most avid dreamer could imagine desiring. Every corner yields to another unexplored path, and flood waters recede to unveil expanses of a city that has seen so much, and given so much. It is true that I have not felt an overwhelming sense of alteration since arriving, but I am beginning to feel the air saturating my bones.

And yet.