Concrete Jungle

I love New York because it is inconvenient.
It makes you work a little harder.
It wears you out.
It forces you to interact with life.
With the street musicians. With taxi cab drivers. Hot dog venders. Hipsters. Baristas. Pigeons. Trash. Trees. Graffiti. Flower shops. Coffee shops. People riding subway. People riding bikes. People talking on cell phones. People talking to themselves.
You can't hide from life in New York City.
Poor. Rich. Dirty. Ugly. Hungry. Spectacular. Honest. Unforgettable.
I love New York. Unconditionally.
[Chinatown, NYC]