You do that thing that everyone else ends up doing: trying to make New York your own. You hope to describe the quirky people a little bit differently, present largesse humbly, paint words of praise to its beauty.

But it’s the same as everyone else. You try to find out what is important to you. Turns out it ‘s important to everyone else. There’s some relief in that, isn’t there?

Yeah, competition is fun, thinking your unique is fun. But when your weaving through the streets, in a hurry, it helps to go with the flow.