I look around and there’s all this ephemera. And there’s all these memories and all these pictures, and all these cocktail napkins scribbled on, and numbers, and business cards, and photos, and photocopies, and tissues with lipstick marks on them, and little blurbs... And I just look at this grand archive of my loves and my struggles here, and it’s not like saying goodbye, but it is turning the page... and it’s bittersweet, and this is life.
— Rai, on leaving New York City