A lot of kids, me included, aspire from early on to live in New York because the crushing smallness of their birthplace pains them. They’re the town faggot or the town dreamer and they stand in their backyards and look into miles of desolation and quiet, knowing with bitter certainty that nobody, at least nobody they think of as significant, cares about them. They feel trapped in a tiny town beneath a massive sky full of stars, and they know they’ll be gone someday.