In a small town, you are someone’s neighbor, someone’s son, someone’s high school mistake. You are defined by your history.
In the big city, escape is not horizontal (driving for miles to find a forest), but vertical. The pleasure of the rooftop is unmatched. It is a transition from the chaos of street level—the exhaust fumes, the crowded sidewalks, the shouting—to the serenity of the skyline. Big City-s Pleasures
Watch a skyline transition from gray concrete to a glittering ocean of lights. The buildings look like giant circuit boards lighting up for the night. It creates a feeling of infinite possibility. When you look out at that view, you feel like if you just reached out, you could grab your dreams. In a small town, you are someone’s neighbor,
