[From the Editor’s Letter]

 

Manhattan is where the margins find centrality — a place that not only welcomes but demands your ambition, your interest, your nuance and self-expression.

In contrast to what this world of narrative tells us, very little of life is actually continuous.

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To travel in Manhattan is to constantly feel underdressed, is to have the thrum of the bass speak to your blood, is to be on top of the Brooklyn Bridge, headlights rushing beneath your feet, and feel exhilaratingly at peace. Is to be rife with options of where to eat the best food you've ever had, to smile at skaters of all ages exchanging beaded jewelry, to exist in every language, background, and culture and still belong. Past and present collide into cacophony, sprawling dimensions of everything happening everywhere, all at once.