well to be fair, i think i made the wrong career choice
No, you just chose the wrong city to live in.
One of the extraordinary things about life is the sort of places it's
prepared to put up with living. Anywhere it can get some kind of a
grip, whether it's the intoxicating seas of Santraginus V, where the
fish never seem to care whatever the heck kind of direction they swim
in, the fire storms of Frastra where, they say, life begins at 40,000
degrees, or just burrowing around in the lower intestine of a rat for
the sheer unadulterated hell of it, life will always find a way of
hanging on in somewhere.
It will even live in New York, though it's hard to know why. In the
winter time the temperature falls well below the legal minimum, or
rather it would do if anybody had the common sense to set a legal
minimum. The last time anybody made a list of the top hundred
character attributes of New Yorkers, common sense snuck in at
number 79.
In the summer it's too darn hot. It's one thing to be the sort of life
form that thrives on heat and finds, as the Frastrans do, that the
temperature range between 40,000 and 40,004 is very equable, but
it's quite another to be the sort of animal that has to wrap itself up in
lots of other animals at one point in your planet's orbit, and then find,
half an orbit later, that your skin's bubbling.
Spring is over-rated. A lot of the inhabitants of New York will honk
on mightily about the pleasures of spring, but if they actually knew
the first thing about the pleasures of spring they would know of at
least five thousand nine hundred and eighty-three better places to
spend it than New York, and that's just on the same latitude.
Fall, though, is the worst. Few things are worse than fall in New
York. Some of the things that live in the lower intestines of rats would
disagree, but most of the things that live in the lower intestines of
rats are highly disagreeable anyway, so their opinion can and should
be discounted. When it's fall in New York, the air smells as if
someone's been frying goats in it, and if you are keen to breathe, the
best plan is to open a window and stick your head in a building.
@anbuitachi loved New York. He kept on telling himself this
over and over again. The Upper West Side. Yeah. Mid Town. Hey,
great retail. SoHo. The East Village. Clothes. Books. Sushi. Italian. Delis.
Yo.