Something stuck in my mind from spitting out the previous post… cities have character, self-perpetuating. Expressed well in a Saint Etienne lyric I have cycling through my random site quotes:

I drag the city late at night. It’s in my mouth, it’s in my hair.
The people fill the city because the city fills the people.

I found myself thinking this morning that NYC regurgitates itself. There’s a certain something that, through the people who live and dream here, migrate here, migrate from here … something that breathes itself in, exhales itself, in an ongoing process. Playground to some, furnace to others, the city is what it is, and it’s not always for everyone.

Different cities have different personalities. Which one do you want to invite ’round for tea? Which one do you want to move in with?