There are times I wish I still saw New York as the absolute center of the universe.
I used to tell myself that an art movement was imminent. In writing, in dance, in visual art, it didn’t matter, something was about to hit and about to hit big and New York was where it would be.
And sometimes I wish I still had that.
There was only one place.
You truly never run out of people in New York, and yes, nearly endless are the possibilities.
I haven’t come to terms with the fact that Manhattan seemed so utterly small this summer.
World got vast.
Such a tiny little island. How ever could it fit all those dreams?
IT CAN SCARCELY FIT THIS SMILE!
Ahh yes, friends. The friends you call family. Those’ll always be waiting a subway ride away.
I truly do miss you all oh so dearly.