one of my favorite things about living in New York City is if you hop the right train (or the wrong train, even better) you can end up in another part of the world.
the air carries different languages and odors, depending on which side of town you’re on. the Afro-Caribbean storefronts in Bed-Stuy display different signage and delicacies in the windows from the ones in, say, K-town, up by Greeley Square.
you can be a foreigner in your own hometown.
there are reminders everywhere in the city of the fact that we’re all equal because we’re all different. what makes us all the same is that we’re not all the same. our skin color, our foods, the places we come from, all the things that make us distinct and individual, these are the things that unite us. they could.
here is a new song called shin. it’s a love song. kinda anyway.

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