Here's how I feel about this cold

This intense, exposed skin-reddening cold is merited up high on a mountaintop, with a startling vista just bursting into view, some sort of spectacular 360 degree birdseyeview of some remarkable natural landscape, the song of a slowly-extincting bird fading in and out of earshot, a tent with a fullbody sleeping bag behind me, rustic coffee brewing in a rustic coffeepot at the fire site. This caliber of cold DOES NOT makes sense here in the city. It's not worth it. Breathing in an icy gust of crisp, slicing wind is not an activity that is earned by dirty sidewalks and crappy bodegas full of rotting fruit. There is no reason to experience it here. The ONLY thing that makes sense anymore is a movie marathon.


WORTH IT!


TOTALLY WORTH IT!


HERE IS A LANDSCAPE THAT HAS EARNED ITS COLD!


NOT WORTH IT.


WHY.


ECH.


NO, NO, NO, NO. No.