I know this post is highly highly overdue, but here we go. Spending a month in nyc over christmas was a truly amazing experience. The grime kills your oxfords(I had to spend $60 reconditioning them), I'm positive that there's a dead human body at the Bleecker subway stop, and you hear incessant sirens as you try to go to bed at night. You can't sleep in peace at night, you can't walk down the streets without constantly being somewhat on the edge, and you can't talk public transportation without silently cursing the screech of the trains that maniacally thunder past. I love it. There is a constant sense of edginess coupled with a vibe of unending excitement and dissatisfaction that seems strangely appealing and homely to me.
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