Between Brooklyn and San Francisco, Ms. Levine said, there is “something sisterly." Much the way Hollywood people have shuttled between Los Angeles and Manhattan for decades, or academics commute on the Acela between Morningside Heights and Cambridge, Mass., there is a young, earnest population that is beating a path between artsy, gentrifying neighborhoods in Brooklyn and their counterparts in the Bay Area… - Sisters in Indiosyncracies, Noam Cohen - NY Times
I’m sitting in Philz, listening to this Brazilian girl with the most gorgeous set of brown eyes ever, breaking apart her dreams, turning them inside out and over and over, talking about her New York escape, to that international city, to the place where she can help the world, to all that jazz. It’s all amazing and poetic and deep. She can’t be more than 23.
She’s into books. Her fingers fumble over one another and she laughs. “I laugh at everything” she says to me. Money, she says, can be bad and good. And she wants to do good. All the stuff she wants to do makes me reach for the pills. “I wanna go smoke,” she says, “but stay here, ok?” I want to tell her: fuck this bullshit, dream a little lower, wait a little longer and you’ll see. But I don’t, cause I want her to go for it, cause I’m right there hoping with her, hoping that five years from now, she’s still downing that 2% fluff, that her soul won’t be emaciated with all the junk’s that’s gonna come.