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Month: December 2016

Quietude…

Quietude…

“Quiet” takes on a different meaning in this city. Lying in bed after waking up this Saturday morning I genuinely thought to myself, “It’s so lovely and quiet! Besides the plane flying overhead and the train trundling past half a block away and the occasional woop woop of a siren there are almost no human noises. At the moment I cannot hear a single human voice. It’s soooooo quiet!” And I meant it and felt very peaceful.

How do you express to the world: I have lived?

How do you express to the world: I have lived?

How do you express to the world: I have lived? The intricacies of your unique cognition, all the mysteries of your mind that even you haven’t been able to discern? How do you leave a hint of that behind? I suppose we leave it in each other, the effects we have on those close to us, what we pass on to our children.

You dirty rat…

You dirty rat…

Ok, that’s it. Gimme my goddamn NYC citizenship card. Because just a few minutes ago… …a rat touched my fucking foot! My bare fucking foot! A RAT! A grody, black, NYC fucking RAT touched the actual skin of my sandaled fucking right foot! AAAAAHHHHH! Now, did it bite me? No. Did it give me Bubonic Plague? Only time will tell. But it did touch MY SKIN! Fuckballs.

The city is the problem and the city is the answer

The city is the problem and the city is the answer

The city is the problem and the city is the answer, which struck me as a very romantic thought until I realized you can say the same thing about drugs and alcohol. But that’s not what it meant in my head. New York is a fairytale, and like any fairytale it can be wonderful but also dark, disappointing, educational, inspirational, or any combination thereof. Goddamn this city. It kicks you in the balls then enchants you. It drives you off…

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Upon leaving the city…

Upon leaving the city…

There are all these wonderful natural smells… house smells, cooking smells, fecund smells. I’ve never thought of Maryland and Pennsylvania as particularly wild; sure they have some forests and mountains but they’re pretty civilized compared to wilderness out west. But driving through mile after mile of woods and farms is astounding to my NYC eyes. So cool and quiet. So wonderful. It’s a grassy, earthy smell. Which is surprising. While I very often notice that there aren’t many trees or…

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