This is indeed a city of freedom. You can come here and not have anyone know anything about you, and even though it is horrifying to feel like your existence is engulfed in oblivion there’s this sense of comfort; nobody knows anything about you. You can walk the streets being who you really are, not some person who has made many mistakes. This feeling woke me up when I went; I could admire the city for what it’s worth and be a child in a sense; impressionable and vulnerable. Just listen to the city telling its tale of oppression, memorial, and acme. It gives great metaphoric meaning to me that even though this city has been burned and destroyed by people (people; creating and then destroying something they have made. So trifling and temperamental), it still stands. It is a safe haven for people. Even though this city has seen terrible things, it still stands as a rock for those who sacrifice for freedom for all. I think people need to be more that way; not let mistakes taint their lives, be a rock for others, and always remember people. For if we were not to remember this city of Washington, D.C., would we remember the veterans and what our nation is built on, or would it fade into oblivion sooner than we will?