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TriBeCa / Chinatown.
I wrote an open love letter to the latter.
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Oh, what a world!
05 August 2011 @ 03:56 pm
TriBeCa / Chinatown.
I wrote an open love letter to the latter.
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27 July 2011 @ 03:16 pm
Musically begging for a few coins, the soul singer and his vibrato, merged the voice that had fed him for years with the speed of the arriving L train and its artificial breeze.
I felt triumphant, in spite of my lack of victories.
Growing up raised by Hollywood, I would have assumed this would be one of the moments when the protagonist has a life changing experience, an epiphany, or simply a great idea.
I had neither of them.
But I felt alive. And that was enough for me and the poorly written, at times absurd, story-line of my life.
17 July 2011 @ 04:16 pm
24 June 2011 @ 04:57 pm
I discovered myself
experiencing what
I'm experiencing
surrounded by the strong smell of piss
and the rotating Gatore bottles
of the 59 St station.
And I kept looking at the neon green letters
and the black background
of the announcements
with my hair flying
because of the speed of the trains passing by.
It said I had to wait
three more minutes.
Your train will arrive
in three more minutes.
Three more,
three more.
It announced the time
I had to endure
among the pee and the empty bottles,
the loud noise that penetrated the
headphones
of the cool kids on the benches,
and the sweet ladies complaining
about the weather.
But I realized
that as much as I kept looking,
waiting, expecting,
I was not seeking for that answer.
