Living in Cape Town, I’ve been bombarded with hundreds (if not thousands) of perspectives. From the parts of the the city that flourish with development and innovation to the most neglected locations, left to fester in the wounds left by apartheid. The people that make up this city couldn’t be more different from each other.
The moment I decided to look behind the city’s “facade”, my disillusionment relegated me to a more observational role. Angry outbursts at what seemed to be injustice lead me to prefer silence over head on collisions.
Coming to terms with Cape Town can be a little like coming to terms with a little piece of life.