There is a city outside.

I am staying on the side of a church, in a house that used to be a nunnery. There is a seat on the window in my bedroom, it overlooks the church towers, I feel like the church is my home. This house is now occupied by hippies and local Montreal artists, free spirits, and humble revolutionaries.
I don't spend to much time away from the house. I know there is a city out there, with fancy shops, and real artists roaming the streets, but I am content in the church, with the soft city happening as an afterthought. I guess when you come from one of the most hyper cities in the world, the idea of being entertained in another city isn't the most important part of the experience. When I come to Montreal, it's always to contemplate and be. I never come for fun and parties, though they happen spontaneously. I come here to sit and move slowly with the pace here, so that when I go back home, I can take some of that humility with me. It is gentle here, and it brings me into a gentle space. I dream of being that gentle, that artistic all the time. I would like to dream here, unending-ly, and not feel obligated to move at the speed of an entire hyper metropolis. The kind of New York urgency is felt for miles, at long distances, I can't escape it when I'm there. That is why I escape to be with my love here, my dreams, my ideology. I am more carefully here, though no less forgiving. I am never ready to leave here, though I feel too edgy to ever fit in.