I tell a friend I'm going to go and live in New Mexico. She says: The air out there is baked by the desert. It's all in touch with the water. Water? I ask. What water? The Rio Grande, the sand, the cactus. The air in New York is re-cycled.
She continues: New York ---- There's not a spot on any sidewalk that hasn't been spit on, ****** on, killed or died on. By the way, I add, all these apartment buildings are compacted with human lives.