Reclaiming my perch on the first row of steps in Union Square left me with an insoluble confusion that after a few sips of coffee took the the form of a question - Why does anyone live here? Surrounded by colossal inorganic mass sprinkled with the occasional flower pot I found myself breathing in the noticeably contaminated air along with the bicyclists and other active types, NYC's antihero rushing to another meeting, exhausted dog walkers, and a slew of other sad individuals who were forcing their bodies to cope with the artillery fire of noise and cramped existence. This poisonous environment can’t be remedied with a green juice…
From the bird's nest of anthropology, why would anyone WANT to live here if not for purely selfish reasons of personal promotion? Yet I come back with a boomerang’s certainty with grandiose plans to conquer entertainment and letters all whilst sustaining my torture by means of an elevated form of reportage photography. The road ahead is that of tedium, repetition, and a weekly replenishment of whetstones. To notice the amount of effort thrown into the fire with hopes that the piece of kindling I hold in my hand will become a torch passed to Prometheus is to understand that this city is actually high enough to reach Mount Olympus. But as it would seem, i'm still only fanning smoke.
As the incessant sirens howled and a woman tried desperately to direct a group of 11 year olds into their next yoga position, I noted that I was arranging a mental to-do list for all of my short-term goals, which in turn related directly to my long-term ones. The objectives were plentiful, directed, and ferocious, which was all a signature of their surroundings. This was why I was here; to be forced to pluck the damn figs. I'll take the pie once it's done elsewhere, but for the present moment one can’t deny how replete NYC is with resources. (Granted the libraries are atrocious, as are most other public spaces)
Its most respected and simultaneously disdained attribute is its commotion. Regardless of whether or not people are feigning their busyness deliriums, it's a nauseatingly persistent reminder to keep hammering at whatever you put on the block. New York scoffs at tranquility and exhausts the weaker blood, but if one is strong enough, the rewards can be bountiful.
Paying the last bit of homage to the square and my beloved Whole Foods, I asked a word of advice from the welded giant. Listening closely I heard a warm whisper cascading up Broadway to meet my ears - "Catch up or GTFO!". I smiled, flipped the bird to everything in particular, and continued on to my next appointment.