“[New York] carries on its lapel the unexpungeable odor of the long past, so that no matter where you sit in New York you feel the vibrations of great times and tall deeds, of queer people and events and undertakings.”

-From Here Is New York, E.B. White

E.B. White is incredible; I’ve loved his writing from Charlotte’s Web to Once More to the Lake and beyond. This essay is one of the finest I’ve ever read. Maybe it’s because I live here, but it feels like more than that. It’s bigger than that. Please find a copy and read it, and let it nest in your heart, so that we can agree about something.