i find nyc to have a reassuring amount of detail. when i hang out in other american cities esp out west i feel harangued by a sense of something being off, things are reduced to symbols, whereas in nyc i see ah yes of course there is a thousand layers of sediment beneath every cellar and at least seven layers of paint, lives that were here and gone
russian man at my friend’s hostel describe alcohol as a lubricant for the conversational sphincter and then fell down the stairs head first after several negronis