Jack Kerouac and New York and mess in my head altogether
Things are going on wild. At moments it seems there is no difference btwn being in NY and any other place, except for the great hugeness outside that gives a feeling of loneliness, the feeling that only NY can give. I woke up at so many different places this summer, sometimes my heart beating, the strangest moments when all I wanted was to get out of this damned country as soon as possible back to comfort and safety.
But anyway I'm having a great time, I'm making the most of everything, I swear, cause it's all the hell of experience (the most frequent word I've been using during the whole summer). Everything is different from what I pictured, everything is million times harder and more complicated.. I came here from sunny Florida, I left that palmy air - the air you can kiss - to pursue my star further. I felt I was done there, I needed something more, something heartbreaking and frantic. I got it.
At times everything seemed to be collapsing. I hated every subway train, every rushing man in the crowd. I expected some mad poetry in this city. I could find none. One never can when he has to feed himself first. A little by little everything was settled. i realized that the secret is simple. It's just the mad diversity you can find here on every corner. You have to pass just a few blocks to see that a dirty Mexican area is followed by a fancy white American one. The whole globe is here in its weird miniature. You can catch every opportunity here no matter who you are or you can forever live here a quiet life waiting at tables, paying your rent and taxes, a tiny forgotten creature.
You can lose your mind and start playing the flee in the subway or Central Park or you can work at the Fifth avenue in an average office and hang out with your colleagues, spending evenings and money at a West Village restaurant, wearing your fancy suit. it's all up to you.
You can also live in a faraway Mexican, Chineze, Russian, Greek or whatever area and never even bother yourself to learn English.
Or you can be born here..Hm.. I met just a few such men. People are not usually born in New York. It's a weird thing))
My moments in NYC are coming to its end. I would like to remember everything, all the circumstances of my crazy life here, my enormous job, my hanging out at times here and there around the city, all the amazing freaks I've met, and absolutely, purely and without any whatevers I have to remember a man who has a heart of gold and who made my summer so graciously. Without him the City doesnt even make sense to me.
You can hate NY or you can love it, but you have to admit that it is one of the greatest cities in the world, because it is.
But anyway I'm having a great time, I'm making the most of everything, I swear, cause it's all the hell of experience (the most frequent word I've been using during the whole summer). Everything is different from what I pictured, everything is million times harder and more complicated.. I came here from sunny Florida, I left that palmy air - the air you can kiss - to pursue my star further. I felt I was done there, I needed something more, something heartbreaking and frantic. I got it.
At times everything seemed to be collapsing. I hated every subway train, every rushing man in the crowd. I expected some mad poetry in this city. I could find none. One never can when he has to feed himself first. A little by little everything was settled. i realized that the secret is simple. It's just the mad diversity you can find here on every corner. You have to pass just a few blocks to see that a dirty Mexican area is followed by a fancy white American one. The whole globe is here in its weird miniature. You can catch every opportunity here no matter who you are or you can forever live here a quiet life waiting at tables, paying your rent and taxes, a tiny forgotten creature.
You can lose your mind and start playing the flee in the subway or Central Park or you can work at the Fifth avenue in an average office and hang out with your colleagues, spending evenings and money at a West Village restaurant, wearing your fancy suit. it's all up to you.
You can also live in a faraway Mexican, Chineze, Russian, Greek or whatever area and never even bother yourself to learn English.
Or you can be born here..Hm.. I met just a few such men. People are not usually born in New York. It's a weird thing))
My moments in NYC are coming to its end. I would like to remember everything, all the circumstances of my crazy life here, my enormous job, my hanging out at times here and there around the city, all the amazing freaks I've met, and absolutely, purely and without any whatevers I have to remember a man who has a heart of gold and who made my summer so graciously. Without him the City doesnt even make sense to me.
You can hate NY or you can love it, but you have to admit that it is one of the greatest cities in the world, because it is.