There is no such thing as “alone time” in New York. I can’t tell you how often I’ve had to stifle my screams of frustration, cry into pillows, or turn down my 90’s dance mix two notches so as to be mindful of the other people stacked on top of me.
As it turns out, I’ve somewhat adapted to my swarming environment, so if I ever move to the burbs, I gotsta get me a pair of Jess Atkinson’s Lonely Specs.
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