The reality of metropolitan living is that you’re faced with an abundance of choice. That’s why all sorts of city guides spring up – where to find the best mojito, the best free toilets or the best pork pie (there’s a dispiriting insight into my priorities right there). However I’ve never come across a blog quite like this – a run-down of some of the best and worst places to cry in New York.
As is my won’t I began by massively overthinking this, seeing it as some sort of meditation on social dislocation and disorientation in our big cities, but it turns out its creator sees the blog as much more of a comedy/parody thing. But many a true word spoken in jest, eh? Either way it’s an interesting project, buttressed by brilliant lines like: “A very average, basic, no-frills, in-and-out place to cry.”