... I can just imagine a pedantic thirty-something with three gray hairs and blue-green tinted glasses, scratching his three-day-old beard while saying: "Oh... you know, ultimately New York is like a village ... hm... well, imagine Geneva! ... Spend twenty years there and you ask yourself how there can still be strangers with so many familiar faces... it's probably that cities generate strangers continuously... with a slow and vital breath... And from time to time, among these, a few strangers who emerge from the pack... this little group of people already familiar at your first meeting... whom you are never surprised to run into by chance on the street corner... and whom you're startled to find yourself thinking about when listening to music...

~ Blue Pills: A Positive Love Story, Federik Peeters