I was walking through the concrete streets of the Big Apple, listening to Leonard Cohen. It was a rainy evening, clouds black like coal; getting lost to the sound of Chelsea Hotel #2. Hard raindrops falling from the sky, tearing my umbrella apart. Thick and fast.
And just when I was about to pray for shelter, I glimpsed a sign with big letters in the distance, reading: “Hotel Chelsea”. Still I wonder whether it was chance or fate which led me there.
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