" The city has a way of tricking people into honesty, or honest sounding lies. It is the noise, the crowds, squeezing things from deep inside you that you assumed would be hidden beneath the honk of a cab. You breathe in the vapor rising from manholes and the unceasing petrichor and cough out something as foolish as “I love you” to someone you don’t yet. "

― Thomm Quackenbush , Holidays with Bigfoot