Megalopolis. In this huge city there are tens of thousands of shades, the main colors of which I did not even know. Very different, very beautiful, very modern, very dirty, very dark, very poor and so on. Different Moscow, and therefore, probably, will suit everyone.
There are cities within a city, but here, it feels like a whole country within a city. I notice less of my attempts to find familiar faces. I am calmer about the “disappearance of time”. But the thirst for new places does not go away. Driving past a familiar house, somehow involuntarily inside: “well, there you go”. I wonder, how much time does it take to get to know Moscow?
P.S. “I said dirty just for the sake of it. I haven’t seen any garbage anywhere: from Sviblovo to Lyubertsy.”