From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building. 
And just as it had been a tradition of mine to climb to the Plaza roof to take leave of the beautiful city extending as far as the eyes could reach, so now I went to the roof of the last and most magnificent of towers. Then I understood…everything was explained. I had discovered the crowning error of the city, it’s Pandora’s box. 

Full of vaunting pride the New Yorker had climbed here and seen with dismay what he had never suspected. That the city was not the endless succession of canyons that he had supposed, but that it had limits.
From the tallest structure he saw for the first time that it faded out into the country on all sides, into an expanse of green and blue that alone was limitless. And with the awful realization that New York was a city after all, and not a universe, the whole shining edifice that he had reared in his imagination came crashing to the ground…

Perhaps I am destined to return someday and find in the city new experiences so far I have only read about. For the moment I can only cry out that I have lost my splendid mirage. Come back, come back, O glittering and white!

F. Scott Fitzgerald.

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