Paper Airplane

This city may be illusory, but it has color, warmth, and cold. The people in it can see and feel, so the city has emotions of its own, and its people each have their own distinct humanity. Thinking about and recalling this illusory city often takes up a great deal of my energy, but I cannot resist the desire deep in my heart to explore it. I know full well that what I care about is not the city itself, but the emotions and humanity of the people who live there.