“I got to talk to him three weeks before he passed, and I was like, “Yo, what was on your mind with Donuts?” He said, “It’s a message.” I was like, “Hm, OK.” Once he left, I started to clearly see all the subliminal messages. Like “Don’t Cry”, and him mangling the shit out of “Johnny Don’t Do It” by 10cc on “Waves”— that’s a message to his brother John.”—
My brother Jack told me this afternoon that sometimes he gets so involved in what he’s working on that he’ll forget to eat for a whole day. It’s not until he looks up and it’s dark outside that he realises the time has passed.
Watching someone as they fall deeper and deeper in love with what they do is pretty thrilling, especially when it’s your younger brother.
Right now Jack defines to me what it means to be ‘in your element’. I think he’ll be a remarkable architect one day.
There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and turbulence as natural and inevitable.
Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night.
Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these three trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high-strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from Italy to set up a small grocery store in a slum, or a young girl arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh eyes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company.