I generally pride myself on my affinity for descriptive language, but I find that in this city it seems to fall short. Why even try, when so many have done it already, so beautifully, so completely. Instead, I make small, disjointed observations—miniature musings that ride alongside me on the metro, or brush against my arm on busy street corners.
Even P…
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