New York City: Dirty Lover
NYC has hosted me for almost 3 months now, which is nothing in comparison to some people that I've come across here. It's shameful to hear my Armenian friend say "NYC is dying. That's why, after 45 years, I'm going back.".
I perceive something different. I still feel a gasp of creativity every time I breathe the air around me, and I want to take every image I have around in a suitcase and take it all home.
With its rats and smell of rotten McDonald's at 4 am while hailing a cab on the curb, I very much love you, NYC.