So here comes that story again where the 'friends', back in Brooklyn, who briefly spoke of them with smirks and grins and (two days later) pretty much forgot them until that one friend, the one that 'writes', decided to rehash that tired old story.

You know the one.  Where the people who left the city are seen as sort of anti-heroes?  And the photography (showing "quirky architectural features" or, even better, "relaxing in the yard") when blown up betrays the faces of the illustrious subjects revealing a melancholy tucked behind laugh-lines that fucking breaks your heart?  Because you understand what they have done and why they have done it and deep inside for a femtosecond you too could be convinced to be the same?

Then you stop reading the article and toss the New York magazine in your bag, because you've read this story, like, every month for every year since you moved here sixteen years ago.  And you're just not fucking going anywhere.  Especially not fucking Buffalo.

Link: What Could Make Someone Want to Leave New York and Move to Buffalo? -- New York Magazine.

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