New York is Dead
Could you imagine, removing the life from a city that never sleeps? A lifeless skeleton of what was once the world’s heartbeat? If New York is Dead what does that make us? I’ve roamed these streets and traveled to others seeking nothing yet everything at once. What I obtained throughout my journey was a diary of New York’s glamour. I built a home where these beautiful souls that paved these streets with glitter and gold can live (or die). I would like to share this diary with you. If you look close enough you’ll find your reflection somewhere between the blurred lines.
