Someone asked if I wished I was still in Italy on twitch on Friday. I loved it. So much so that I thought I might find myself treading waters of dissolution upon returning to clustered, exorbitant NYC. I instead found what has drawn me to New York since the moment I first stepped foot on its streets: it’s song. A song of pain and what to do with it. Of thrill. A song of loneliness and longing, of sacrifice and payoff. Sung by the momentum in the air, the ambition on people’s faces, the empty park benches at every riverfront. I don’t know, it’s now home. It’s change, challenge and excellence.
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