What we all want

Walking downtown from a drink a midtown, blustery wind blows, full moon shines down. Two teenage girls hugged and squealed and danced in a circle in front of the Whole Foods on Union Square, quite new to me. As I walked and checked out all the many new shiny boites, it once again washed over me how little I could care about Manhattan at this stage in my life. And then I got a shwarma on Macdougal St and saw the chess stores and clubs were still there, and all was better, for a few minutes, at least.

Gang of Four, 1982