#4

Both White and Park write about the city as poetry. That the city itself is a poem. It's mesmerizing, it's lit up, its loud, its active, it vibrates all around you. I don't deny this. The city is fast-paced, and it is quite mesmerizing. I have lived around the city, and been relatively active in the city for most of my "adult" life (teenage, rather). yet, still, I find myself in awe of the fact that I do live here.
The city is many things, from great to crappy, form joyous to depressing and from community to too big to comprehend. It is all and nothing and everything at once. It is New York, New York.