I miss the city

^{"Close to the edit" - Art of Noise (1982)}
I miss the city. Not the actual city but the cities of despair in which I lived, the cities I enjoyed because they were crumbling, falling apart, with abandoned dockyards where grass grew out of cracked asphalt. The cities where there was a meaning at being in their core and struggling for survival. You knew the enemy. It was all over. To be continued...