For a Manhattanite, the journey from Manhattan to Brooklyn can be and often is a traumatic experience. What adds to the trauma is that it's not as if Manhattanites like to be ridiculously difficult and Manhattan centric so it is unpleasant for Manhattanites to see themselves in such unfavorable light (ultimately it's most important to understand things from the Manhattanite's perspective). But it is nonetheless a stressful experience especially when on the weekends it's not uncommon that two of the four subway lines you would take are not operating and then you discover once on one of the two subway lines that are supposedly operating that the only other supposedly working subway you planned to take is under construction and thus non existant. After three transfers and many more unhappy comments we emerged in Brooklyn.

And look at what that far away land holds! Nature! Beauty! Pollen!