On Moving to New York in One’s Thirties

The first time I came to New York on my own, was on or slightly after my twentieth birthday, 03/17/2003. Historians will note that on or around that date marked the beginning of the long-awaited American-led invasion of Iraq, “operation shock and awe.” It felt gratuitously horrifying, and “the war” was lavishly splashed over every television screen, inc…

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