You have come to understand, that things just don’t fit here, in New York City. The way people twist and turn the edges of a couch 90 degrees to try to fit it through a doorway, just to be flopped and turned around again to get it to fit through the next, is the way most people here, live their lives.

You pull the shades up in the morning to eye a skyline of buildings that look like the blue prints of an artichect that kind of just gave up half way through. Brownstones stretched up  kissing the clouds, suffocate the short scattered stacks that reach only to be half of halves. There are no rules, no age limits, no height requirements for these buildings and some mornings, you wake up to sip on your caffeine, and envy their freedom.

You begin to look at the subway as less of a mode of transportation and more of an impressionistic art form. The way bodies blend and compress to interlock with each other while being shoved in a small space. When the train moves, no one else dares to. For even you know that a domino effect will occur leaving standing bodies folded … Read More »