The High Line. New York, NY
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Sometimes I hear people complaining about The High Line’s megaoverhypedom and ridiculous besidesthepointness, but I really couldn’t disagree with that opinion more. For me, The High Line is unbelievably powerful and makes possibilities for growth and change feel nothing short of infinite. All I want to do everytime I visit that gorgeous stretch of communal post industrial urban outdoor space is live a better life. Maybe even be a better human being. I really wish I was kidding, because I sound like a blubbering liberal lunatic. But I’m not . . . kidding.