In my last day in New York, I had felt that confidence, that unthinking, that living in the moment. In stores, I'd chitchat with the salespeople. In restaurant, I did not hesitate to ask for things when I normally would. For a reason I couldn't immediately place, I felt more confident in New York City. It seemed that in the populated and complex metropolis I could live up to my motto of the moment nothing to lose.
The city's size, and seemingly endless population, along with its energy and everchanging nature makes a person root into themselves. I can do my own thing, meet up with friends, go to a few art galleries. There is no need to do everything, there is no need to feel overwhelmed. In motion - on a bus, on a subway, walking - is when I work best, words bubble to mind, I feel like I am mirroring my life's motion. And it was in the constant motion of the city that I found confidence.
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I'm savouring the contradiction inherent in my intellectual abhorrence of New York, and oft-refreshed, never-yet-broken vow never to set foot on its streets; versus your description of the feeling which its streets evoke, a feeling which is dear to me.
Or is it that I'm savouring your excellent writing, so paradoxically persuasive?
It may be the writing, and it may just be that nothing in life is ever so cut-and-dried or diametric
i'm really feeling your take on NYC.
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