A girl rides the subway. Despite looking sick she’s beautiful. She’s a monument, a beautiful monument. A soon-to-be-demolished monument. We are in New York City. West Manhattan. It is the 70s. This place reeks of piss, menstruation and other chemicals, sandwiches and Coca-Cola, banana cake, bad coffee, Kent cigarettes consumed by the mouthful. Veins filled with poison. Burned brains. Unhealthy layers of skin, both black and white. The Greatest City in the World.
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