All cities are the same, they exist only in our heads and seep into each other after a while. It's hard to hold a thought when you are running out of words, what are we but brains in vats out of time and space, what is to say if we exist at all. All stars are the same, what do they matter when there is no child left on earth to imagine them as the souls of dead relatives. What will anything matter when we are gone, all words mean the same after all. It's only in our heads that we make something out of it.
