This Is What I’ll Have
Two weeks. Two weeks and a day with no pressing deadlines and no urgent phone calls and no news, stuck in the middle of Manhattan, a place perhaps as non-New Englandy as you can possibly get. The noise of the city; the sheer volume of interesting distractions; the many babes coming and going in the little coffee shops where I’ll chat up strangers more than write. I figure there must be a nexus point in the depth of distraction. Dive deep enough and the noise will mellow, the fuzzy unrest melt and all that will be left is a single white point of pure lucidity. Many men have searched for it and some were left forever scarred by their failures. But I will find it. I am fearless and desperate.
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