Mar 29
6 min read
THIS IS US
What We Choose and What We Give Up
A New York City love poem
I expected to come back to New York and feel like I felt at the beginning, when I got my first look at the city. Riding a train south from Rhode Island, I looked up, and there was Manhattan, the silver stilettos of the skyline regal in the orange sunset, an intricate Cubist brooch on the breast of the earth. The buzz…
