New York and I have this understanding. A pact or even better, a pinky promise. It goes like this: as long as I keep admiring her, she’ll keep me safe. If I don’t look for her dark allies or rats, then she won’t show them to me. Sure, it might make me naive, oblivious, perhaps ignorant.
But hey, it’s what works for us.
If nothing else, she surely has me wrapped around her finger.
I’m always falling in love with my friends. I can’t help it! When you’ve continuously built up so much admiration, respect, and care for a person, can you truly help not to fall in love with them? Even just a little? I guess it would depend on how…
Sometimes I meet people that I feel like I already know, and not in the romantic kind of way. Their archetype, their manner, their brand–it’s been done before. Are we then all copies of someone else? And who does it better, them or us? Or is it just…
Walking into the basement of an unsuspecting brownstone, my eyes adjusted to the low lit converted stage in front of me. Four people wearing cheetah print robes and underwear lazily stretched into long sporadic movements. Swinging around basement poles and intertwining limbs, they lunged into a playful trance-…
Regardless of what brings you to New York, there’s something all visitors look forward to- the food! There’s no shortage of restaurants, but even better, on almost every corner you kind find a bodega. If you’re unfamiliar, as I was when I first moved to NYC, a bodega…
If you want to know the truth, you probably don’t. Because once you do, you can’t go back to not knowing. And they say ignorance is bliss for a reason, because it really is sometimes. It’s easy to love the people around you when you don’t know the…
There’s moments without you. Sweeping weekends and slippery weeks. Months when I fear you’ve abandoned me. Or even worse, that I’ve somehow abandoned you. I never could, you know. Not truly. I think even in these blocks, you scatter my mind. Unconsciously and unaware, writing my e’s in…