in manhattan.
“let me be something every minute of every hour of my life. let me be gay; let me be sad. let me be cold; let me be warm. let me be hungry…have too much to eat. let me be ragged or well dressed. let me be sincere-be deceitful. let me be truthful; let me be a liar. let me be honorable and let me sin. only let me be something every blessed minute. and when I sleep, let me dream all the time so that not one little piece of living is ever lost.”
– betty smith, a tree grows in brooklyn, Ch. 48
these two are going to make you feel, so much.
more from nick and nat and the historic meat-packing district in chelsea, manhattan.