Just the other day, in conversation with my mom I described New York as having a "ghetto majestic" element. Severe laughter ensued, mostly because my mom was wondering what the hell I was talking about.
What I meant by describing my city in that way, especially as a Bronx resident, is that despite its rough, tough, and ruthless outer appearance, when you look a little closer, New York can be gentle. Amid the chaos in the jungle, for a moment, there is stillness and beauty.