Wednesday, October 22, 2008

why I love new york

I walked home tonight and it was winter. Fall lasted for approximately one week and now the wind has set in between the buildings and people have started walking with their heads down again. So I walked home with my head down too and I saw a scattering of keys, brass keys on little rings, strewn across the blacktop on Broadway. As if a key truck had crashed hours earlier and no one had bothered to sweep up the debris.

It reminded me of the first time I tried to park in Chinatown, when we saw those dozen pig corpses, hanging from hooks in a delivery truck. Pure New York.

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