Burned Bridges. Life is a Story - story.one

There are no new places you'll find, you'll catch no other tide. This city will always follow you. The streets you tread will be the same, it's in these same houses your head will turn grey, in the same neighbourhoods that you'll age. Always you'll end up in this city. Don't, hope to turn the page to an Elsewhere for which there's no ship for you, no road shows clear. Just as you destroyed your life back here in this tiny retreat, so you ruined it worldwide.

The City, Constantine Cavafy, 1894.