Friday, 11 February 2011

The Big Apple









One of my very talented best friends who moved to NYC wrote about his experiences.

I found it beautifully poignant and kind of sad.

Even of the seemingly mundane like riding the subway, flagging a taxi, looking up at a sea of high-rises and fire-escapes and spending the small hours sipping my 5th cup of coffee and eating a 3rd cherry pie with friends in some neon lights-plastic benches-bored waitresses with downtown drawls-open24/7-don't forget to leave a tip, diners.


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