I just got back from

I just got back from Vancouver, where the following post was made. The air there surrounded you with a cool 65 degrees. Doors could be left open all night. There was no sense of death, despair, anger, fragility, or sadness there.
Why, then, do I come back to a city greeted with 95 degree heat? Because this is New York City.

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