Whose city is this?
Expeditious and curt, yet plodding and incessant. Deafening and monotone, yet hushed and melodious. Unfathomably sumptuous, yet utterly destitute.
Whose city is this?
We’ve grown accustomed to the contradictions and accept our role in this impossible metropolis. But in this section, we consider our place in a city bursting with 8.5 million stories and attempt to place our own among them.
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