a conversation between richard and i more than once....

me:
(walking by central park, the haven of running for new yorkers)
oh, i would love to live around here. imagine being so close to the park.
(ignoring snotty rich people and expensive rent and the fact that i never hang out north of 28th street)

richard:
oh, i hate it. like a cemetary. i would never want to live here. once, i visited a friend who lived up here, and i looked out the window: the buildings reminded me of tombstones. ugly!