La Furia Roja

Some people spend their entire lives envisioning a city, a country. Over time, it turns into a romanticized, over-crowded day dream with illimitable possibilities and adventures. The place you have always wanted to go to - it is a crazy fucking land, isn't it?

For me, it has always been cities. Back-alleys and cobbled streets, concrete and grass, strange languages and smells, thunderstorms and sharp sunlight, cigarettes and coffee, nightclubs and street food. Old widows, restless boys comparing bomber jackets, girls flicking their hair in tandem on busy sidewalks, crazy homeless men with a bone to pick with you, stories on the subway, the nausea and the stillness. Cities. Nothing thrills me more than seeing miles and miles of sprawling settlements from an aeroplane. Every block, a different way. Every window, a different view. There is nothing to fear if you love a city - it is yours if you choose for it to be. It will always be yours.

But there is one. Isn't there always one? The one that jolts you wide awake. The one that shakes you up. The one that fits you. With all its grime, filth and disguises, it belongs with you and you with it. I dream that it waits for me, it waits for me just as I left it - foggy and chilled, it smelled of stale beer, cold air and cigarette smoke. I left it as the first of the snow-flakes danced down, and just for a moment, stayed frozen on noses and tops of ears before dissolving silently. Oh, Madrid.

In my imagination, I stand outside a small, dirty bar that plays The Smiths almost obsessively. I watched my cold breath in the air, wrapped in the warm melancholy that only Morrissey can induce. In my heart, there is a relief I haven't felt in years, there is a security I have denied myself for a while. I'm happy to be where I am. Regardless of who waits for me inside the bar. It's a seductive day-dream.

There is a problem with pinning all your aspirations and hopes on a city though. It seems almost fatalistic, the idea if I get there, I will be happy and content and fulfilled. It almost makes you believe that nothing else will ever compare and so there's no point trying. There is also the fear that maybe the build up will lead to a disappointing second half of the tune. That's the thing, it's not just people who have the ability to let you down. But for now, none of this is what I want to believe in, none of this what I want to fall for. If for no other reason, then to know that I am driving at something, I'm working towards a destination. I do not claim to know anything about my future, but I know where I want to stage it.

Spain will be mine, one day.