Intimations of the East Village

I was walking across St. Mark's Place this past Sunday, when I saw this suitcase on the sidewalk:

Farewell, punk-rock suitcase.

You see suitcases on the curb all the time, but this particular one made me wonder: Does this discarded suitcase represent the discarded dream of becoming a famous punk rock musician?

Eventually, the harsh realities of the music business take their toll. Pierced skin is allowed to close, long sleeves are worn over the tattoos, and the punk-rock suitcase you moved to the East Village with… is put onto the curb.

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind

A chapter is closed, and a new one opens — what new adventures await… in the East Village Today?!

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