A Story A Day. Story 272 of 365: City.

Lots of adjectives can be used to define cities. However, confusing is not usually one of them. Yet, that was the word that best defined it, confusing. It was as if a big city had been crammed into a small one, and they both had ended mixing up. A city where you could be walking through what looked like the poorest of the streets and end up in a raging commercial center. A city that worshiped the river, but forgot the sea. Where there was no sight of the ocean but the seagulls flying overhead. It was a difficult city, one that is not easy to understand, one you have to work to enjoy. Where things were scattered all over, as if someone had thrown the pieces on the hill. As if someone who had never seen a city had stitched it together from scraps. Walking around it was a journey of discovery. Residential spaces pooled together around monuments that sprouted like mushrooms in the middle of the forest. Large open parks made streets take detours. There must have been a connection, but it was too faint to see. There was no continuity, modern buildings appeared in the middle of historical settings, empty streets in the middle of busy areas. Bridges crossed the river whenever, not following any logic. Maybe it was confusing because it was illogical. Maybe it was confusing because it was different from everything else. Or maybe it was just plain confusing and it didn't need to make any sense.