A nation founders, moves forward on wobbly legs, muscles and bones cut off from the inside, it will not last, but how long until it crumbles? Will you make it out of the rubble in time?
Patti Smith sits in a venerable old hall in the Cooper Union, speaks of art and creating and silly anecdotes and bits of magic. You remember again why you came to this hodgepodge of a city, why you built your veins around its pulse, inserted yourself in its buildings and let yourself dream of belonging on its streets. A nation crumbles around you, now, what are you willing to do to save it?
I am only looking for answers, now, New York, no questions, no dreams, I have my bags full of those. I want only your solutions now. Show me how we can stay together; metaphorically, too.
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