What a funny thing to arrive back in New York in the middle of its muggiest. I left one week ago with fair spring air and
ARRRIVE BACK TO BE
lifted and shifted horizontally by the humidity. I feel like I could swim through the atmosphere.
NEW YORK- WHY HAVE YOU LOST YOUR LUSTER? I FEEL LIKE I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU ANYMORE?
WE HAD QUITE A YEAR. SOMETIMES YOU WERE SOFT. LIKE WHEN SNOW HELD YOU AS A QUIET, HUMBLED HOSTAGE
BUT NOW, YOU ARE BACK. YOU CRACK. FIREWORKS EXPLODE IN RECKLESS ABANDON,
THE STREETS BURST AND BUMP WITH BASKETBALL PLAYERS FIGHTING FOR THE BASKET
PROPPED UP BETWEEN CARS ON THE SIDEWALK.
MAD CHAOS. SWEAT. AND IN THE MIDST OF IT ALL. IT IS TOUGH, ROUGH, JUST ENOUGH. I AM BACK.
AND THE SOFTNESS IS REQUIRED BY FRIENDS WHO NEED YOU TO NOT FREAK OUT JUST AS MUCH AS YOU DO THEM. STAY SANE. TAKE IT IN. BE. JUST TAKE A DEEP BREATH WHILE A TRUCK BELCHES AND SCRATCHES, SIRENS SCREAM AND YOU WAIT FOR THE NEXT AVAILABLE QUIET
WHEN ALL YOU CAN HEAR ARE 4 MILLION CONVERSATIONS
WITH EACH PERSON TRYING TO HOLD ON.
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