There is an endless collection of secrets to be discovered

There is sometimes a temporary disenchantment that follows discovery. We meet someone new or find a new place and become infatuated. But after some time, we realize that the city we longed to live in is in fact just a city, or some unattainable girl or boy, so hard to get their attention before, is not so otherworldly after all. This delusion is often our fault. People or places exist in our minds first as a projection of our desires, and only later as the real thing. First, we shed the projection, and here many people stop. But if you persist, you might find that there is no such thing as “just a city”; there is an endless collection of secrets to be discovered, and the same with people. It is our fault if we crave novelty, forget detail, and then find only surface, unstudied pleasures.