I don't like bad mouthing towns and just thinking that I live in such a great place. I mean, I would hate to live in a small town and have a public persona say, "That town sucks." I would really not want to hear that.
I was so urban-centric once. I did not want to see a patch of grass. I did not want to look at a tree. I didn't want to be anywhere near a sparrow, or a squirrel, or a pigeon, because I just wanted to be consumed by the asphalt-jungle aspect of New York.
I was also partying a lot, and when you party that much, you feel irrelevant to the meaning of things; things hit you with a very sick center. And 9/11 is no exception to that. I really wondered: "How could anything go on?"
