March 28, 2008

Probability City

I just got back from my second trip to New York City in the space of five weeks. I've always considered myself the kind of person who needs considerable periods of solitude to recover from being out and about in the world, and up until these last two visits I'd operated under the assumption that living in Gotham's seemingly constant hustle and bustle would be like planting me in a pressure cooker with no release valve.

The thing is, though I did find myself occasionally frustrated with inconsiderate douche bags strolling seven abreast as though the sidewalks of SoHo were their own private dominion, or the miserable attitude of some of the residents — a wannabe hipster jackass of a bartender felt he needed to put a surprising amount of effort into making me feel four inches tall for asking for a glass of water, for instance — I find myself enjoying the city more and more each time I visit it, and consequently wondering what it would be like to live there.

Of course, planting that particular flag in that particular spot is absolutely ri-goddamn-diculously expensive, and I'm not willing to sell my soul for the privilege; but, if I somehow ever find myself with the means to make a go of it, I might yet give it a shot.

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