![]() ![]() It was like the city that Lot left, and it would dissolve if it ever began looking backward over its own shoulder. ![]() New York kept going forward precisely because it didn’t give a good goddamn about what it had left behind. As if it were the only place that ever existed and the only one that ever would. He had seen a T-shirt once that said: NEW YORK FUCKIN’ CITY. No, the city couldn’t care less about where it stood. It had no need to believe in itself as a London, or an Athens, or even a signifier of the New World, like a Sydney, or a Los Angeles. Come along for some fun rescues with Big Rig Blaze, Crusher, Pickle, and MORE Monster Machines in Spin The Wheel 10 Show more Try YouTube Kids Learn more Comments are turned off. The city lived in a sort of everyday present. Strange things occurred precisely because there was no necessary regard for the past. It happened, and re-happened, because it was a city uninterested in history. It assailed you with an image, or a day, or a crime, or a terror, or a beauty so difficult to wrap your mind around that you had to shake your head in disbelief. ![]() Every now and then the city shook its soul out. “One of those out-of-the-ordinary days that made sense of the slew of ordinary days. ![]()
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