You said: ‘I will go to another land; I will try another sea.
Another city will turn up, better than this one.
Here everything I do is condemned in advance
and my heart – like a dead man’s – lies buried.
How long can my mind remain in this swamp?
Wherever I turn, wherever I look, I gaze
on the ruins of my life here, where I’ve spent
and botched and wasted so many years.’
You will find no new land; you will find no other seas.
This city will follow you. You will wander the same
streets and grow old in the same neighbourhoods;
you hair will turn white in the same houses.
And you will always arrive in this city. Abandon any hope
of finding another place. No ship, no road can take you there.
For just as you’ve ruined your life here
in this backwater, you’ve destroyed it everywhere on earth.
– C.P. Cavafy, The City