Do I Love New York

Tim brought back an I Love New York t-shirt from his trip to the States—the most generic souvenir possible. He knows the bit.

Half of Berlin is wearing one already. Na-Young pointed that out when I showed her mine: ’That’s kind of the whole point though, isn’t it?’ She was right. When something becomes that universal, it somehow becomes exclusive. A mass-produced shirt that makes you part of an invisible club just by wearing it.

So I’m in the club now, apparently. Whether I love New York or not—I still haven’t decided. I need to think about that.