"Every now and then New York is lonely. It’s a grid of routine. The summers are sweaty and disgusting; the winters are cold and miserable. Sometimes, it seems as if you’re suffering from Cotard Syndrome on a hungover walk to work. In those moments, you may refer to this godforsaken city with scorn. But, damn it, if this town isn’t great."
James Crowley, Atwood Magazine
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