“How you feel about a city is like how you feel about kissing someone,” Will said. ”I hear all the same sentiments- about all the same cities.”
He touched his hands to his stomach and said something about it being an intuitive reaction. Larry made a snide comment about the West coast, Trevor laughed amiably, and Will remained intensely serious. ”Do you like the way a city touches you?” he finally said. ”That’s really all that matters.”
We drove over the bridge and everything was wet and bright and slick and geometric. We sat in fat open windows looking out over Delancey and the rain dripped in and the noise pooled out. I slid in to DJ, feeling the floor pull away from my feet under the weight and movement of so many bodies, and studied a couple holding court from the corner.
