New York City has always been a uniquely lonely place for wayward souls that bend toward solitude in a scrambling throng of millions. Perhaps we find meaning in the penumbra of that juxtaposition, or perhaps we just ended up here and have nowhere else to go. But here we are.
The lonely people in New York City are always together, connected by the gravity of their anonymous weight, the way planets can feel each other across the galaxy. Behind every glowing apartment window and empty liquor bottle left behind in the street is a person. Just like you. Alone. Together.