New York is large, glamorous, easy-going, kindly and incurious, but above all it is a crucible – because it is large enough to be incurious.
I heaved into being, came out of the stone, the bricks, and other elements, and took form. (Dark City Lights)
As for New York City, it is a place apart. There is not its match in any other country in the world.
The pulse of New York City can be found on the bent elbows of the patrons in Pete’s Tavern.
It cannot be done all at once. To overpower vertigo – the keeper of the abyss- one must tame it, cautiously.
Was she happy? She thought – yes, reasonably so. Then again, what was happiness but the vast terrain between ecstasy and agony? Was this too small an ambition?
Vulgar of manner, overfed,
Overdressed and underbred;
Heartless, Godless, hell’s delight,
Rude by day and lewd by night…
Crazed with avarice, lust and rum,
New York, thy name’s delirium.
Keep moving. Your next big thing may be just around the corner.
New York is a different country. Maybe it ought to have a separate government. Everybody thinks differently, they just don’t know what the hell the rest of the United States is.
Was happiness (which was perhaps achieved not by getting what you wanted, but rather, by obtaining what you didn’t know you wished for until it was in hand) a hologram that would continually change appearance with the slightest shift of perspective? Or maybe happiness by definition was a temporary state of being recognizable only in hindsight. It was impossible to catch what always managed to be overrun and end up in the rear view mirror.