Joburg, you are one unfathomable lady. You swan around in a kimono made of oxymorons, laughing coyly as you blow smoke rings in our faces. You give us the bad so sugar-coated in the most delicious good. And gee whiskers, do we have a sweet tooth. You watch us sit in traffic hour upon hour, all the while distracting us with the most spectacular sunsets. We are hypnotically seduced. You get your way. We become frustratingly, helplessly infatuated. Until one day, we wake up and realise, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, this is love.
Three moments of one schizophrenic sunset.