They set up a huge screen in the lobby, and some of us sprawled out on the funky, neon colored couches. Other people crowded into the kitchen to watch the smaller tv in the corner. There was cheering and clapping. I don’t know if anyone wept. I sat in front on the bright orange cushions, elbowing the editor-in-chief, staring at the oversized face of our new president on the big screen. We were glued, full of hope, and waiting for change to move us.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
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