New York is the jungle where you will hear the cry of many human creatures, some with pride, some in pain and some from disheartenment. It’s arguably the reality central of the world map. Life here feels one way above ground, almost hopeful and bright if you are willing to bear the pain of hard work and below ground, there are the weary souls wandering the maze of the subway, lost unto themselves.
As a friend who has lived all his life here said, “The underground is dim for my liking and people although courteous enough to each other, don’t talk to another and remain too much within”.
Spring Twenty Eighteen