#151, Brooklyn Heights
Beautiful urban decay. That is all.
It's four in the morning, the end of DecemberI'm writing you now just to see if you're betterNew York is cold but I like where I'm livingThere's music on Clinton Street all through the evening
He was a sad case. His jacket was lightweight and yellow. He might have been wearing it for the first time. It was the kind of jacket a foreigner would wear in a store while saying to himself, "I am buying an American jacket."
We Will Still Stand: New York yesterday, today and tomorrow bleeds. But for everyone's suffering there is a fellow New Yorker, a fellow American reaching out to stanch the flow, to comfort, to help, and above all, to sacrifice. Our hearts may have been broken, but they continue to beat. Most incredibly -- something terrorists cannot grasp -- they beat with a love for this nation and for one another.