Saturday, August 23, 2008
tired.
its the third saturday in a row that ive been home alone with time on my hands. the city is sprawling but stories are lost between the facades of buildings - riding home from places with people into my own little hiding place. its easy to become annonymous here. i've mapped out a few plans to get from here to there; i've vowed to take it one day at a time to not think myself into places i'd rather not be.
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wow. I agree. I often wonder how people can maintain their identity in a place like NYC. It can swallow you.
We still love you in the burgh. Hope that all is well.
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