Is there anything more despressing than a closed-for-the-season amusement park? But then, is there anything more depressing than an amusement park in the first place?
Coney Island is so full of screaming colors that I felt like I had to retreat to black and white.
I really enjoyed the horizon, because in Manhattan, you hardly ever see it. I did not enjoy the two hour subway/bus ride back to Manhattan. What's the matter with all those constant weekend repair works on each and every subway line?
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