I was exploring her, letting my eyes run over, very slow, ready to drink in the minutae. Why did I feel like I had seen all this before? Did it always become boring after a decade of co-existence? A geography as familiar to me as the back of my hand. Familiarity bred not contempt but a tedious, dull routine. I needed a break. I should
move out of this crazy city, which had held me charmed and chained for the last ten years, if not more.