New York is a surface covered in fat, salt, and sugar.
New York is like flickering light, a beating heart.
New York is the feeling after 12 hours of sleep. Not 11, not 13, 12.
New York is a forest—you can't see them, but there are wolves.
New York is a burning credit card, illuminating.
New York is half moon, half sun.
New York is looking up, walking forward, listening backward.
New York is smaller than you think and bigger than they say.
New York is a village—without a soccer club.
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