By: Nicolette Preradovic
Have you ever met someone you wish you could just exist with on a deserted island?
Living in the city already exposes us to so much uncertainty that often times the daily stress of life can be turned off almost instantly with just a lover’s affection, or a night of unadulterated bliss.
Why then, is it so difficult for urbanites [like myself] to hold on to these perfect moments that allow us to feel ecstatic love? The reason love is so difficult to maintain in the city is because temptations loom around every corner. The moment we step outside our homes/apartments, we are no longer in that personal space that keeps us safe at night. We are no longer in the throes of our lovers arms, where we create a sacred space of our very own, but are now part of this community of people who seek that same kind of love. Someone to trust – someone who cares.
It is an unjust world when our greatest fear is that someone out there is capable of polluting our island paradise. We want to tear them to shreds, make sure they never see the light of day. It is an unjust world when two people who love each other feel like their love is being tested the moment they step foot on these city streets – examined, ridiculed, and judged. It is an unjust world when the stakes become much higher when we are in love, and passion becomes the most ideal form of that expression, in lieu of servitude.
I don’t misrepresent love at all when I say I wish that it existed on a deserted island. Take it away from the city landscape. It deserves to have a special place to call its own, like heaven. Not among these insipid heathens. Not among these fools that roam the city streets, searching for only fragments of a dream. The city is not meant to cater to love. It is meant only to be a devil’s playground. Built of waste and industrial ruin. There is only one kind of love that can be found in a metropolis. It’s a lot like a warm cup of coffee, brewed to perfection.