I came into this city and got everything I was expecting and everything I wasnt. This city is a heavenly hell. Where misery is so beautiful it doesnt even need company. In fact, it dodges it. A misery that seeks solitude to preserve itself and speed to stay annonymous. The phrase, “Every man for himself” has never been more accurate and applied than on these uneven, cracked streets. These buildings morn almost as much as the souls that occupy them. These city streets breathe, while the people that walk along them do not. This is a place that will remake you or destroy you. There is no in-between.