A maze of parkways near Queens Boulevard, presenting a “pattern of progress.” An Aug. 8, 1955, story, with another aerial photo, described the rapid development of Queens — “the spaces are fulling up,” wrote Milton Bracker. “The imprint of the future is already visible on the still naked ground near by” what is now J.F.K. Airport, he added. “The imprint — as if the foot of an unseen cubistic monster had set itself down long enough to depress and darken the fill — is unmistakable from the crystal overlook of the airport control tower.” Photo: Meyer Liebowitz/The New York Times
“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”
finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever
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This little kid fell and the seal seemed to be very worried about her
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Sad people have the gift of time, while the world dizzies everyone else; they remain stagnant, their bodies refusing to follow pace with the universe.
With these kind of people everything aches for too long, everything moves without rush, wounds are always wet.
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Malibu, 1961
Allan Grant
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