The Illusion of the American Dream

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the marble tomb of a fallen king

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that‘s what this scene reminds me of

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but if you look closer

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you see that this not a tomb, not a statue, not an ornamental element of the magnificient staircase leading up to the New York Public Library

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not cold marble

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it is a person

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a person whose name I do not know

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a person that has nowhere else to go

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one of so many

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in New York City

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