Maybe I’ll spend it on more pants at the Goodwill down the street instead. Got change for a wash-and-dry, just not another pair of pants to wear till they’re done. The damp of it makes my jeans feel slimy, or maybe that’s ’cause they haven’t been washed in weeks. I’m really singing to the cityscape beyond. I stand on the rooftop of a building I don’t live in and spread my arms and tighten my middle and yell nonsense ululations at the construction site that blocks my view. Thus New York will live or die by the efforts of a reluctant midwife… and how well he can learn to sing the city’s mighty song.įucking city. Like all great metropolises before it, when a city gets big enough, old enough, it must be born but there are ancient enemies who cannot tolerate new life. Jemisin, author of The Fifth Season, the winner of this year’s Hugo Award for Best Novel, New York City is about to go through a few changes.
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