The city is the problem and the city is the answer, which struck me as a very romantic thought until I realized you can say the same thing about drugs and alcohol. But that’s not what it meant in my head.
New York is a fairytale, and like any fairytale it can be wonderful but also dark, disappointing, educational, inspirational, or any combination thereof.
Goddamn this city. It kicks you in the balls then enchants you. It drives you off then lures you back. It’s an abusive relationship, but the weird thing is it’s completely one-sided. The city doesn’t know you even exist; it’s not a conscious organism, you weirdo! So how come it feels like a give and take? Perhaps we are, in fact, wrestling with ourselves, like the vibrations on a slackline, mostly self-induced. And once we realize that…what? Do things get better?