They don't tell you to want what you know you should want. Indigo minds fade into a hologram of consumerism details. Caught up in desiring things we never really wanted, we pursue them with the artistic passion that was meant for something greater, like pouring the beauty of our souls onto canvases and into notebooks.
We have to fight everyday to be awake here. We have to fight to keep our eyes on the trees and the humans, and not the advertisements.
New York becomes a different kind of jungle when you learn to live in it this way.
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