Ich atme weg von New York...
I leave New York to breathe. I put away my cut-throat incisors, take slow walks through slow nights, & talk to people who have a gentle wind about their words.
I watched short films in an empty swimming pool. I found new cut paths through the woods, over hot metal bridges. I biked up inclines & put my heart into overdrive: consuming, consuming, consuming.
Coming back to New York is brisk ice water down the back of a traveler's sweaty shirt. What i mean to say is that it's shocking. A barrage of bad weather & bad attitudes. Assholes on the subway, whiners & winos on the streets, cockroaches, potholes, high rent in cheap buildings.
I am amazed at myself for living here.
The crust begins to form around myself almost immediately, the stiff upper lip it takes to navigate here. I fall in line & stop questioning the logic of this place--it is beautifully without logic. I fear it inescapable, that Brooklyn is now my North Star & if i try to live anywhere else my eye will search for New York in the sky.
I watched short films in an empty swimming pool. I found new cut paths through the woods, over hot metal bridges. I biked up inclines & put my heart into overdrive: consuming, consuming, consuming.
Coming back to New York is brisk ice water down the back of a traveler's sweaty shirt. What i mean to say is that it's shocking. A barrage of bad weather & bad attitudes. Assholes on the subway, whiners & winos on the streets, cockroaches, potholes, high rent in cheap buildings.
I am amazed at myself for living here.
The crust begins to form around myself almost immediately, the stiff upper lip it takes to navigate here. I fall in line & stop questioning the logic of this place--it is beautifully without logic. I fear it inescapable, that Brooklyn is now my North Star & if i try to live anywhere else my eye will search for New York in the sky.