despite having spent the first eighteen years of my life just across the mersey from liverpool, i do not feel that i have ever managed correctly to perceive her character as a city. she has always seemed to be in a state of reinventing itself, of either trying to hide or to exaggerate triumphs, glories and disasters of the past. so just as i feel that i might have her measure i find that, after all, i do not. she seems to have something of the chameleon nature about her; strange, then, that i, chameleon extraordinaire, should find myself so disquieted by her changes.
(or maybe i'm just being unbearably pretentious. you decide!)
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Date: 2004-05-30 01:02 am (UTC)(or maybe i'm just being unbearably pretentious. you decide!)
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