"Tastes are acquired." "Gradually. Painstakingly. Slowly." "It's not a one time thing, it takes a while." "It takes repetition." The sun started to stir in the east sky. It was early spring, the sun was still groggy, a bit late to the 5 am party. I looked down from the terrace. Dogs, three of them, barking, roughing each other up, snarling in a constant struggle for survival. Beside them, humans. Families walking, couples sauntering, friends running beside each other, the rare person jogging alone. Open drains, faeces piled up on the sides of the roads, adorning the dark corners. All of this, making a suburban scenery, lightly brightened by the drunk late winter, early spring sun. From my vantage point, without my glasses, they all looked the same. So small, so scattered, so lifeless, so insignificant to the universe. Just like me. I averted my gaze from the streets below and looked at the skyline instead. It still was not bright enough to