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I'm here in new york and sometimes everything seems possible. I'm still searching for the key though. I request to be sprinkled with the magic dust of luck, or given a handbook, or just given money I suppose, to make those possibilities a reality. What specifically do I want? I guess I just want to feel purposeful and glamorous, although those two things rarely go together. I want to understand what is going on in Manhattan and I want to get out of Greenpoint. For now though, the cold will keep me in on Saturday night, and will keep me in Greenpoint at least until April.