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“Blue, blue alone could save him, blue.” —London Spy

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Something different awaited around every corner. Here there were African drummers assembling in Union Square. Here there were dead office towers, brought to life at night by restaurants buried within that served small kegs of beer and Korean fried chicken. Here there were black girls with white boys, and black boys with Chinese-American girls, and Chinese-American girls with Dominican boys, and Dominican boys with Jamaican boys and every other imaginable combination. I would walk through the West Village, marveling at restaurants the size of living rooms, and I could see that the very smallness of these restaurants awarded the patrons a kind of erudite cool, as though they were laughing at a joke, and it would take the rest of the world a decade to catch on. Summer was unreal—whole swaths of the city became fashion shows, and the avenues were nothing but runways for the youth. There was a heat unlike anything I'd ever felt, a heat from great buildings, compounded by millions of people jamming themselves into subway cars, into bars, into those same tiny eateries and cafés. I had never imagined that such life could exist in so much variety. It was everyone's particular Mecca, packed into one singular city.

Between the World and Me, Ta-Nehisi Coates

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Every day your mouth opens and receives the kiss the world offers, which seals you shut through you are feeling sick to your stomach about the beginning of the feeling that was born from understanding and now stumbles around in you—the go-along-to-get-along tongue pushing your tongue aside. Yes, and your mouth is full up and the feeling is still tottering—

Citizen: An American Lyric, Claudia Rankine

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