In “City Limits” written by Colson Whitehead, New York is described and presented in a different way than what we are accustomed to. It is not our New York, it is Whitehead’s New York that he has been piecing together from his first ride on the uptown no. 1 train. New York is a living city, it grows, changes, moves, expands and changes those who live in it. This effect is greatest in the city when a person lives there, however it still reaches out to those in Burroughs who see the skyline. For them the change is not a strong because most buildings that tall do not change other than a sign or logo. Time plays a great role in this. Those who lived in New York for decades have seen changes great and small. Form the type of taxis that come and go on the busy streets, to the stores that have stood before they arrived and the ones fell after. Nevertheless, all that has been lost to time and its advance has been destroyed entirely. Those same people keep them whole in their minds and their versions of New York. While they remember, all is not lost. Then there are the photos, paintings, videos, maps, blueprints, invoices, and recites that prove that they were there. The past is around us if we look for it, which is perfect for those who have their New York based on what there was prior. History lives within us, but we do not see it that way. For us it was a little while ago, a month ago, a year and it goes on. We do not see it as we would,  if it happened 50 or more years ago, that to us is history. However someone who is 65 will not think so.