'- there are so many things about this city that I love though. The skyrises and the bustle and the rich elite, sure. But I also love the weeds growing through the cracks in the pavement because they remind me of myself, thriving even though I don't belong here - I don't - ' Or a story about art and artists and love and what they make of it. [COVER PICTURE TAKEN FROM PINTEREST. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE IMAGES DISPLAYED IN THE FIC]