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in search of lost memories - by nikhil - Splash

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There’s energy that you get when you put an incredible number of people in one place. A constant buzzing, often cacophony, often euphony, and the battle between the two for supremacy in any given moment, place. Music in the streets, cars in the streets, trains below the streets, all present among the masses of humanity: vendors and tourists, locals and transplants. The energy is infectious, and even a tired body seems to be able to go further — walking an abnormal amount and only realizing when laid down to rest, outgoing and extroverted regardless of prior tendencies. Of course, I’m talking about New York. I’ve been here for a few days now, part of a month-long stay to see if the city could be for me. I’ve moved in with three strangers as part of a sublet in a neighborhood that I saw once and liked a lot. I’ve made it my goal to try and understand what life here (not just a vacation) could look like. I don’t know anyone super well here, but there are people I’ve met in every stage of

There’s energy that you get when you put an incredible number of people in one place. A constant buzzing, often cacophony, often euphony, and the battle between the two for supremacy in any given moment, place. Music in the streets, cars in the streets, trains below the streets, all present among the masses of humanity: vendors and tourists, locals and transplants. The energy is infectious, and even a tired body seems to be able to go further — walking an abnormal amount and only realizing when laid down to rest, outgoing and extroverted regardless of prior tendencies. Of course, I’m…

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