Everything in life has its prime – that moment when it was the most alive, the most attractive and fashionable, the most sturdy and useful… the most together. But that time ends. 

The soul of New York City is composed of broken things. Every mangled sidewalk desk, every broken-hearted mother, and every flickering street light adds life to the City. Crushed dreams and damaged minds are the collateral damage of hope, which is like fresh fertilizer to our concrete soil. So don’t despair.

You too shall break. And when you do, you give life to other New Yorkers. We are the most together when we are the most broken. We all prevail when we share what we all have in common. It’s okay to break. New York City forever. 

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