New York Morning

alexis scott
3 min readAug 22, 2019

This morning I was wondering what the hell I am doing. What am I doing here? What am I doing in New York City, a city filled with breath but not often the deep kind, with paths but very few clear ones, with air but often very thick? I was walking from the train past the farmer’s market to the Duane Reade, delaying my entry into 32 Broadway where I’ve (for almost a year!) had a part-time administrative post with a non-profit that works overseas to end poverty through small business development. I was walking past the statue of the big bull at Bowling Green where every morning and afternoon, despite the weather or day…

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