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In NY, like around the reservoir, people are asked to walk in one sense only: baby carriages with babies, lonely people, gregarious people, sportsmen, foreigners, tourists, grandmothers and grandchildren, you, men and women in love, your neighbor or the millionaire who lives in the surroundings of the park, kingfishers, horses, tortoises, all mesmerized by the mechanic rhythm of a mechanic city. The same image is able to congeal one’s memory again and again. Like touring the reservoir: once, twice, many times a day; to train, to breathe, to forget, to enjoy, to help the clock keep on ticking.

Jacqueline Kennedy, by Andy Warhol.