There’s a compelling story everywhere you go. But some places (e.g. New York) are more content rich than others.
All you need to do is walk a few blocks and observe with the cerebration of your senses.
The graffiti scrawled on the outside of million dollar apartments, the street smoke billowing out from the sewers, the smell of hot dogs and nuts from the street vendors, the sound of delivery trucks running through potholes, and the scratch you get from someone’s suitcase as they rush by you.
Everything is attractive, a potential a souvenir of the present moment.
New York manufactures an excess of content and inspiration, much like the Internet. Such hyperactivity is overwhelming and hard to parse — some thrive on The City's ubiquitous stimulus, others feel compelled to escape to Florida to refuel.
External provocation is integral to any environment. After all, that's why we travel — to be astounded by newness.
If boredom is your enemy, seeking interesting places with variable rewards may be your calling. But that last thing you want is to get abused by the infinite. It's better to scroll with intention to coalesce out of the void of 24/7 distraction.