The motion may be stopped, but there’s life in the stillness. New York City doesn’t seem to abide an object at rest, even in the frame of a picture. The far distant horizon down the canyon of the street is utterly open-ended, an endless series of opportunities for success and failure, for guts and glory, for past, present and future.
Farewell to the city and the love of my life
At least we left before we had to go.
- Ryan Adams, New York, New York