I paused for maybe five seconds before shivering both in the cold and in the gaze of the thing and then walking on. not some spray-painted cardboard cosplay thing. In the streetlight, the metal was a patchwork of black‑as‑night matte and mirror-reflective silver. But instead it just stood there, silent and almost scornful, like the world didn’t deserve its attention. It looked like it might, at any moment, turn and fix that empty, regal stare on me. It just stood there in the middle of the sidewalk, full of energy and power. So that’s how I felt when I saw it – a ten-foot-tall Transformer wearing a suit of samurai armor, its huge barrel chest lifted up to the sky a good four or five feet above my head. It’s just that there are a lot of people doing a lot of amazing things, so eventually you get a little jaded. That doesn’t make those things unwonderful or not unique. The local news does a story about it and everyone goes “Neat!” and then tomorrow we forget about it in favor of some other ABSOLUTELY PERFECT AND REMARKABLE THING. It’s beautiful and it’s powerful and someone devoted a huge piece of their life to it. in New York City people spend ten years making something amazing happen, something that captures the essence of an idea so perfectly that suddenly the world becomes ten times clearer. How do I explain how I felt about it? I guess. I mean, it’s AWESOME, but it’s also a little bit “New York awesome,” you know?
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