Trampoline Breath

“I see you, and I know what you’ve done; where is my wife?”

So I’ve been thinking, where is this all going? The nonsense, the words, the pictures, and the nonsense… And I’ve come to a conclusion — That it’s going nowhere. Nowhere fast. Kind of like living in a busy city, you get around, but you get around to nowhere. It’s amusing more than anything else. That’s how I feel about NYC, or as I like to call it, NoWhereCity.

“‘Cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain’t no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, girl”

So yeah, NoWhereCity, where the future repeats itself past you in constant revolutions, taxi cabs in full oscillation, arms waving, face-kissing, broken bikes, and yes – pre-fall-pre-season trees. I enjoy very much the seasons in NWC; the feelings of the leaves brushing across your face, the way the air smells…the same. Like dirty laundry. NWC reminds me of the world’s busiest laundry mat.

Learning Code: Complicated Tigers

But whatever, it’s really nice to be back. I missed NWC. So much occurred here, so much passed; the endless summers, the wintry nights, the fake flowers, and the pretty jeans. Everyone looks good all the time. In their jeans, with their dogs, and their perfect abilities.

Nacho Gil is awesome.

One of the coolest things about being back here is that wherever I go, I see myself in glass. It’s really great. Walking around, glass walking, window shopping, that ridiculous restaurant on Broadway and Spring what is it, Balthazar? God I love that place. Food. NWC food is the best in the USA. So much diversity, so much taste! I need statistics. I need to know, how I can maximize on the food here. FOOD.

I wish I could prioritize this into a structure that made the slightest sense.