New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world`s greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.
I was lucky enough to see with my own eyes the recent stock-market crash, where they lost several million dollars, a rabble of dead money that went sliding off into the sea.
Not for a moment, beautiful aged Walt Whitman, have I failed to see your beard full of butterflies.
