The other night I was walking through Philly and it struck me. Not the architecture, not the usual noise of SEPTA buses sounding like they’re about to blow a transmission, not the horns horns or the dulcet tones of F-yous whisping through the earl fall air — but the hum of something unsettled. Like the whole city was clenching.
I thought: this is what a …
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