Looking west up 7th avenue at 25th.
Everything about Manhattan appeals to me. The insane traffic that seems to careen without regard to traffic laws (or human life), the overwhelming, near-constant din (a symphony of car horns, jack hammers, police sirens, traffic whistles and yelling - or is that just the normal volume New Yorkers use for street conversations?), the insistent stream of power walking pedestrians, the mountains of rubbish on garbage pick-up day, the striped-down-yet-still-locked-to-the-bike-rack bicycles, and the pizza. Especially the pizza.
It's a damn good thing I don't live in New York. The pizza is...fanfreakintabulous, and I would not be able to resist the mass consumption of it. I would be a whale. I know, I'm already a whale - but I'd be even whalier.
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