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New York, Looking Up Without Asking Permission

New York doesn’t whisper here, it mutters to itself while doing three other things. This corner feels unmistakably Manhattan, the kind of place where the grid loosens just enough to remind you it was…

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Between Eras, 2:14 PM, Manhattan

A gray afternoon hangs over Manhattan like a held breath, the kind that flattens sound and makes time feel oddly negotiable. The sky is a pale, indifferent sheet, not dramatic enough to be stormy, not…