It’s Real All Right
Even if it seems like a slightly questionable docu-drama
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I don’t recall Cleveland being like this and I’m sure Lodi, Ohio (bless its heart) certainly wasn’t. But there’s definitely a bizarre edge to the simplest things I see walking down the streets of New York City. It might have something to do with all the movies that have been made here. Or maybe I just did more than my fair share of hallucinogens (well, that’s a given). It could simply be the toll of living in a plague for two years and counting.
But whatever it is, it is! I don’t even have to look for the weird in this city anymore. It walks right up and taps me on the shoulder whenever I leave my apartment. Wait. You’re right. The weird lives right in my apartment.
However, let’s admit that it’s kind of a given how often the bizarre and jarring are usually the result of people fiddling with things. But that’s not always the case. Nature is just as weird in this city as any of the stuff people come up with.
Sometimes the jarring effect is whipped into the front of our consciousness by the odd placement of various elements. Buildings in this city often seem at odds with one another. Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I not only enjoy it, I go out actively watching for these strange couplings.
