i live in a part of Brooklyn that people around the world make endless fun of. well, not the geographical location exactly, because it’s pretty fucking amazing - rather, the inhabitants are an endless source of great wonder or ridicule, depending on how you’re looking at it. i won’t get into the specifics as to why, as it kinda pains me, but i realized today, through association of some other things, and through the wisdom of my ever-illustrious Natasha, that New York is really Neverland, or Neverland is really New York, and where I live is Neverpeak Mountain. It dismays me more than a touch to realize this. I asked Natasha what the opposite of Neverland is, and she said that it’s DC. Or Death.
J.M. Barrie, original hipster.
