wide.
My brother says that this is the city where everybody is doing
something. Like the guy carrying two ladders across the street. He's
just doing something. The woman talking loud about stocks on the
phone. And the man selling mustaches on the corner. No one is
questioning them. They're just doing it. Anywhere else, people would
look and stare. Not here.
But what am I doing? Comming to this city?
All this going on - why is it that I think I will rise above all of
this?
The further I walk through the city, the further I walk
through my biggest fears.
The more people I meet, the more I realize I am nothing like the people in advertising.
I came up here to NYC with the hope to meet my destiny. But I think I met a bunch of laughter over people just doin stuff instead. Or maybe that is my destiny. Ha.
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