Brooklyn. Counter cultural. Often cliche. Your centerlessness only solidifies your dislike of tradition and hierarchy and any recompense for societal expectations of responsibility. In a way, I like you. Although I never have moments of 'awe' in your presence. When I see pictures of you, I think 'Ah Brooklyn, so cute, so livable, the best borough for shopping thanks to all the artists and designers you stole from Manhattan. Apparently you are what Manhattan was 20 years ago, in it's creative prime, sans the crime, bankruptcy, and debauchery. As a result, you would be 4th largest city in America, if you weren't actually part of New York City. I think I'm glad to be experiencing you intimately, but I still seek answers to why you are not as comfortable and understandable as Manhattan who is fast, dirty, intense, concrete, expensive, and polluted. Brooklyn, I will study you for the next 9 months and try to understand what makes you tick. Meanwhile, I will quietly plot a return to my home: Manhattan.
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