Because New York City is the only place where the myth of greatness still
feels within reach—where the chaos sharpens your ambition, and every street
corner confronts you with a mirror: who are you becoming?
You love NYC because it gives shape to your hunger. It’s a place where
anonymity and intimacy coexist; where you can be completely alone and still
feel tethered to the pulse of a billion dreams.
If I read this even before ChatGPT was a mote in the eye of Karpathy, my eyes would have rolled so far back that metacognitive mindfulness would have become a permanent passive ability stat.The author of Berserk said it so much better: "Looking from up here, it's as if each flame were a small dream, for each person. They look like a bonfire of dreams, don't they? But, there's not flame for me here. I'm just a temporary visitor, taking comfort from the flame."