Inscribed on the back of a postcard from a friend:
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter - the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out at night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something… commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion.”
See you soon, New York City.
Pictures of @seasquared taking pictures at the Institute of Contemporary Art, one of my favorite places in the city. You can always trust the harbor to look mesmerizing regardless of clouds or sun. The most memorable exhibit was Issac Julien’s Ten Thousand Waves (featuring Maggie Cheung!), a haunting immersion video installation spread across nine projection screens.
truer words, never. I have already gone to my emotionally blocked-off place so as not to think any more about ithi i watched this episode once and now i need to never watch it again okay bye
Last August, I celebrated a fellow NYSCer’s birthday and recent move to Nevada by dangling off one of these prongs at midnight and the city stretched into forever and flickered as golden as ever that night and I remember apologizing for Vegas’s lack of tact and being really grateful for a number of things
Missing this.
