Collide.

Sometimes it is hard living in a city filled with broken dreams and guarded hearts. Where identity has been fragmented to a point where we can't glue ourselves back together, and one is no longer sure who they are. A city where pastiche is trendy, and you can just call yourself eclectic. Tell yourself you're just multi-dimensional. Euphemisms for social media disorders that there isn't enough literature on. A city where vintage is always better, and you swear that all the marks and scratches you have simply add character and authenticity. A city that I'm in love with, and loves me back unconditionally. Ain't that sweet?