Manhattan’s salad bars and clothing boutiques have been boarded up and people have drawn looping hearts and scribbled words like “LOVE” and “HOPE” all over them, again. Long before this happened, the windows of Chase Bank by Union Square were already filled with hand-drawn curly letters saying, “You Belong Here.” But where do I belong? Inside the Chase Bank? In the windows round the corner they’ve drawn flowers by the tellers’ desks and the promise, “We Are the Keepers of Our Culture.” My friend Victoria once told me, “Capitalism promises me a new society every day.” What kind of society though, is unclear. I watched a friend dancing around for her Instagram dressed as a happy-go-lucky candy cane, and it was very unconvincing. I watched another friend using a filter that stuck a knife through her head, blood spurting out, staring dead-eyed at her own image, hypnotised, totally self-absorbed, and that felt very convincing, and authentically her. Authenticity is an attractive quality in a person, still.