Sitting here on a fold out looking out the window of Jimmy's pad at Central Park, amazing, of course only amazing for a city. At home I look out at 12 and 13 thousand-foot peaks and meadows and cliffs and Junipers. But who's comparing? They've each got their own populace of peoples who love why they're there. Here in this city, things are happening or people are at least pressured to make things happen, so there's an energy, maybe only apparent to the visitor as the resident only gets used to it, and grows grey, bald, and impatient, or moves, but I don't know anything. I've only been here hardly at all.
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