For the past six years, today marks a climax of (to use a word that is too breezy-sounding for what I mean) melancholia that kicks in each year around mid-August. It is a sad time. Most of my friends know that these days I have been ambivalent about living in New York for all the usual reasons. But today isn't a day for ambivalence, so I am posting a two things that made me want to move to this city in the first place, that captured my imagination and wanderlust, and make me proud to live here still.
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