bike
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I ride my bike just about everywhere. the subway in the summer feels like a test I don’t need to take, and honestly, it adds up. so I ride. from lower Manhattan back to Flatbush, it’s about an hour. twelve miles, give or take. just me and the street and the city pouring past. those…
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if you’re ever in nyc, look down. hiding between sidewalk cracks and under train tracks, you might find one of the people who inhabit joe’s cool, miniature world. joe is joe iurato, a street and commercial artist, and he’s amazing. he has painted on large, outdoor walls for a long time. he also makes small,…
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leave a bike outside long enough in New York City, and it will probably be stripped of its parts, left for dead. was the bicycle’s actual cause of death heartbreak from not being ridden around? because only moving does it have a soul. most of the songs I write tell and retell a story of…
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