I was interning in the city during the winter for a director named George Butler. My entire purpose in life was to move to New York while I still had some serotonin left. I would show up to his office on the Upper East Side every day and do research for him, send emails, know what is going on in the world. He would send me to museums to find out what interested me and make me tell him about it upon my return to the office. I was curious and excited about everything around me in the city because I could walk amongst it all and blend in. No one needs another romanticized New York story, I know this. But I have come in and out of New York since then. So much has changed except I can still walk through Central Park and be like, “I will fucking die here.”
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