I <3 New York

 

Everyone is trying to make a living here
Everyone is going places
Everyone is carrying phones and disposable coffee cups
Everyone is expending, obsessing, neglecting

Throwing away things they no longer want
Things never needed in the first place,
Except to fulfil an instantaneous desire
Or maybe that perpetual necessity to fill up things

Fill up refill drinks and bank accounts,
Fill up every awkward silence with hollow conversation
About not seeing each other in ages,
Fill up green spaces with concrete-made homes,
Fill up empty beaches in the middle of nowhere
With plastic from fucking everywhere

... Why we keep trying to feel alive through un-living things?

 

Julia Proto