New York, New York
By Ross Belfer
The sky was blue. The sky was a golden hue. The rush of emotions swelling through my body every time I step foot in New York City is hard to describe. This time around felt no different. The longing for the balmy city fog on a late afternoon; the coagulation of dreams from my time residing amongst these very streets. Friends in different places, both in life and in habitat, yet with personas remaining the same by and large. Has the city changed, or is it me who is different? Perhaps this city has changed me from a distance.
It all goes back a dream I had and which reoccurs in my mind as I am deep in slumber. Careening on a metro that lies above the streets, I glide between the tallest skyscrapers and grind along the tracks like a rollercoaster with views you may never see. I find myself, in the darkest, secret quarter of downtown Manhattan, a place that is strangely familiar yet new to me. A parallel universe of New York City that exists only in mind. These urban pallets are swirled together like a confusing reality, manifested when I step foot in town, on the these very concrete alleys that make me believe in the beauty of New York City. Forever.