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July 20, 2004
Some days I walk down the streets of this city and don't have to remind myself how fantastic it is just to be here. On those days, even the subway is enchanting, and the buzz of languages wafts from laughing faces of a multi-cultural group of lovely human beings. Nothing can bring me down.

Other days I walk down the streets of this filthy mess and must consciously remind myself, "It's New York, you should be loving it." But I don't. And the clash of languages chokes me and I want to beat in the faces from which they swarm.