And I feel like some bird of paradise
Like some desperately sleep-deprived swallow to Capistrano, I am returning to Brooklyn in order to catch the animation block of the Coney Island Film Festival where some friends of
spatch's have a short premiering. It is not true that nothing bad has ever happened to me in New York, but it is the city of my parents and grandparents and it has traditionally treated me well—I have never been interviewed on the radio anywhere else. I have not visited any of its boroughs since 2019. I have been missing it. The weather is projected to be dismal, but I can still say hi to the Cyclone.

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So noted!
*hugs*