Why Would Anyone Ever Leave New York?
I was not 18. I was no longer an import fresh to the city, prime for marring with the ever-so-enlightening power yielded by New York alone.
I was not 18. I was no longer an import fresh to the city, prime for marring with the ever-so-enlightening power yielded by New York alone.
It starts with a disturbing awareness of every movement: the casual nod of your head as you walk, the speck of dirt that floats across your eye as your contact lens readjusts to every blink.