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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.

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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An evolution of sentiment

An evolution of sentiment

When you get used to all this cool shit in NYC and the novelty of the skyscrapers and iconic landmarks begins to wear off, when the not-so-huddled masses become the typical background to your daily life as opposed to a constant amazement, the wonder doesn’t go completely away. It lies low, subdued and watchful; it rumbles under your affairs, gives soul to the environment. Sure, it gets forgotten much of the time but then something will bring it back, retrieve…

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NYC similarity to Cuba

NYC similarity to Cuba

Sometimes NYC reminds me of Cuba, that life-lived-out-in-the-open vibe. But here everyone is in their own bubble—each person, couple, or small group of friends—and doesn’t necessarily interact much with each other beyond basic pleasantries. There are so many overlapping bubbles instead of one over-arching, inclusive bubble like in Cuba.