I could live in New York again.
The tallest skyscrapers aren’t so different from snowcapped mountains.
Being surrounded by a crowd of a million strangers isn’t so different from being alone in the wilderness.
The frenetic lights of Times Square aren’t so different from the scintillating Milky Way.
A Vincent Van Gogh is as beautiful as any mountain valley.
But then... That mystery liquid on the subway isn’t remotely as clean as a mountain spring. Oh hell no!
That’s NOT bear shit!
The smell of piss could never replace the aroma of wild flowers.
While $4,500 a month for a studio apartment might be a bargain for some, camping atop a 10,000 ft. mountain in a $550 tent ain’t so bad.
I could never live in New York again, but this is still My City!
“Seven billion souls that move around the sun, rolling faster, faster not a chance to slow down...slow down”