This was the place where I found the things that I thought were lost forever. It’s a city that holds many secrets, and in every corner of life, we can also find the lost wishes of the ones who have gone before us. It’s a place that mixes us up, and the ones who learn to love the complications learn its hidden rhythms. There is a pulse here that can only be heard by those who once looked for paradise, but instead only found that the gold never did go very deep, and the source had turned bitter from so many years of neglect. The places I like to stay the most can be found here, because these are the ones that are the shiniest.
It’s an edge that becomes familiar, and there are times when you wake up and realize that you have started to get used to the cuts. There’s a center that gets buried in lights and sounds, and it’s sometimes hard to find your way back where you came from. But there’s also a kind of wisdom in making the decision to ignore the cries to go back home, and that’s the place where you start to find your way forward, and something that was hidden and forgotten starts to shine in the dark.
It doesn’t matter that the New York that I once found was not like the New York that I once left. It’s always changing its face, and its rhythms are constantly shifting to become something indistinguishable from what it was a moment ago, if you leave, or if you blink. But it’s still the same crucible. The way it works the soul with fire is always the same, and the way the soul learns to give birth to itself again is also always the same pattern. The same numbers in the dirt that faced me before still face me, but I understand better now how I will never really understand what they are supposed to mean for me.
