07/21/17, 11:28pm

In a way, this city is the best one to struggle in. There’s some sort of connection in the sidewalks, in the brownstone: it’s artists and immigrants and lost, normal people praying their sorrows, immortalization of the exhalation, etched into the blearing lights. We join the collective portrait. No sadness is too small. Your loneliness is legend.

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