Thursday, June 28, 2018
"New York City turns me inside out; it works its way under my skin and demands constant attention; it breathes in my face like its panhandlers, and it yells in my ears like those angry men with squeegees who used to rush your car when you drove into the City. New York throws you around, like its cabs and subway trains. Its crowds of know-it-alls push past you as though you were not there. "Who the hell are you, anyway, and what do you want here?" the City seems to say."
Shaun O'Connell, Remarkable, Unspeakable New York
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