I bought a bicycle. It is orange. It is from the 70's. It is an obscure brand from Japan, not a bad bike but certainly no big ticket item-- a Concord Freedom Deluxe, the "Deluxe" signifying a very nice aluminum stem, alloy wheels, and high-end Shimano components. Not bad ( Read more... )

Summer wishlist:

-Flawless three-flips
-Something on two wheels. Feel free to contribute to the cause ha ( Read more... )

This is what I do to put off doing work. Adult work, labor for money. I write about myself on the internet ( Read more... )

Random in no particular order ( Read more... )

It's a good night to be lonesome. It's just the perfect temperature for walking and the flowers on the trees are blooming, smelling like the feeling of a family picnic or your first crush when you were ten and riding your bike to his or her house ( Read more... )

New York could kill you. It might take a month, or a year, but it could kill you easily. We spoke it aloud, paid fearful homage to it. "This place could destroy a person." We said it over and over again. At 9 AM eating hotdogs in the Russian part of Brooklyn. At 4 AM in the Lower East Side at a bar set up like a '70's living room ( Read more... )

I bought new jeans. This is an important ritual, and it is vital not to make a mistake ( Read more... )

Can you harden a part of your heart to keep the rest open?

For a moment I forgot about love and felt invincible, weightless.

I wish I could be like a low-lying fog or something. Invisible or non-existent to the extent that I didn't have to talk or be known but could still experience the world and know other people somehow. The world is amazing. The people I know are amazing. Me-- not so amazing. I've had a really hard time dealing with myself most of the time. I don't ( Read more... )

The truth is a snare: you cannot have it without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you. There are still so many cities here ( Read more... )