The city that never sleeps. The Big Apple. The Capitol of the World. The Melting Pot;
New York City.
This is my destination come September. I do not intend on sleeping, I intend of biting a huge, delicious chunk out of this city and dissolving into its underground majesty. I am impatient, I admit that. It’s something I am working on. My impatience does however make me seek temporary alternative measures that satiate my desire for whatever is coming soon. Often with travel, I can reach my destination first between the sheets, sheets of paper in beautifully written books. When I finally slip between the bed sheets with the sound of New York in the distance, I’ll throw them off and leap out of bed. Because this is New York, I don’t have to sleep here.
When I walk those streets, so brilliantly numbered and in order, I want to walk with the greats. I want to walk with Warhol, with E.B White, with Peggy Guggenheim. Most of all? I want to walk with New Yorkers who are in themselves, a particular strain of vivacious energy.
The sheets I am between right now are from E.B White’s ‘Here is New York’. Although published in 1949, his anecdotes about the city and the people that make it, I feel will still ring true in my 2016 experience.
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
…Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. ”
I want to see each one of these New Yorks. I am blessed to know a New York born and a New York settler but I am yet to meet a commuter. I imagine this will happen on the subway, or when buying a coffee. I’ll stumble into a conversation and the mysteries of New York will be told to me by the many perspectives of the individual, yet collective experience.
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