There's no requirement that need be bought into that any particular place be subject to negative aesthetic judgment for being a certain type of place--most famously, urban.
How lucky you are if you get serendipitously lost in a forest of of tall buildings. Beyond the urban rural duality, urban landscapes throb with life. By this I mean that feeling of the magic of existence and the suchness of particular things in the world--the texture of sidewalk bricks, the shift in tone when light is reflected by less-than-glossy surfaces, the intense geometry all about you, the randomness of which apartments have lights on, each one saying, "I'm a human space," and you can imagine the human sounds and atmosphere that must prevail in each one, the laughter, the smell of laundry detergent, of cooking food, TV voices, and so on.
Pretty urban landscapes are a reason to love being alive.
I pray to Concordia for harmony between all people. Good night.
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