Tuesday, September 27, 2016
"Love in New York is improbable. Those who can't find love first and fast may never find it. Those who are slapped by love each time they step on the subway, walk in the park or wait in a line will always find it but may never attain it. And new loveless keep arriving, they travel here from all over, intoxicated by the grandness, seduced by the possibility. We are a city of heartached strivers, sapped by our own wherewithal."
Justin Nobel, Standing Still in a Concrete Jungle