Andy Chun

“I had come to New York when I was seventeen because—and maybe I was not fully conscious of this then—the city had seemed like a great place to discover who you are. It just seemed that there was a lot to experience here, as if all you had to do was show up and the city would take care of the rest, making sure you got the education, the maturing, the wising-up you needed. Its crowds, the noise, the endlessness of it all, the perpetual motion, felt exciting then—revealing—just the deep end I needed to jump into. There is something unique about New York, some quality, some matchless, pertinent combination of promise and despair, wizardry and counterfeit, abundance and depletion, that stimulates and allows for a reckoning to occur—maybe even forces it. The city pulls back the curtain on who you are; it tests you and shows you what you are made of in a way that has become iconic in our popular culture, and with good reason. In thirteen years, the city has kicked my ass and made me strong and served me well.”
― Rayhane Sanders, Goodbye to All That: Writers on Loving and Leaving New York

“And then I wonder who I'm looking at. All these people must have their dreams, too. And maybe that's why they're on the bus to New York City. Maybe they want to be dancers, or singers, or run big companies, or sell inventions. It's strange to try to think of everyone else like that, like my brain isn't big enough to hold all their stories together inside my head, and it makes me feel wobbly to try and imagine all the hopes and dreams that fill up this bus.”
― Sarah Rubin, Someday Dancer

“Y si queriendo alzarte nada has alcanzado
Déjate caer sin parar tu caída sin miedo al fondo de la sombra
Sin miedo al enigma de ti mismo
Acaso encuentres una luz sin noche
Perdida en las grietas de los precipicios
Cae
Cae eternamente
Cae al fondo del infinito
Cae al fondo del tiempo
Cae al fondo de ti mismo
Cae lo más bajo que se pueda caer
Cae sin vértido
A través de todos los espacios y todas las edades
A través de todas las almas de todos los anhelos y todos los naufragios.”
― Vicente Huidobro, Altazor

“The M42 bus won the Golden Snail award for being the city’s slowest, clocking just 3.6 mph in weekday traffic along 42 St. Even more embarrassing, the M42 lost a race against a kid's big wheel bike”
― Jeffrey Tanenhaus, New York City Essential Guide 2017: Insider Advice from a Tour Guide