So here I am back in NYC. Got in around maybe 1:30 last night. I was happy to see Manhattan looming darkly through my bus window as we approached. More than any kind of coming home-type feelings, I was happy that I would be able to get off the bus, stretch my legs, and be rid of the frat-looking college guy sitting next to me, who smelled either like beer or the Catholic Eucharist. I couldn’t really decide which it was. Either way it was unpleasant. And then of course my subway ride home, and the subsequent walk from where the shuttle was running (I never take the shuttle bus when the subway is broken - I always walk it). And then there’s my apartment. Whoo. I wasn’t all that happy to be there. Beyond a shadow of a doubt now, I am going cross country, and there’s no two ways about it, and until then, I will be restless as all hell here - plus I will be constantly aware of how horrible it smells in this city. Goddamn. It’s really stifling. Baltimore was all about smelling like trees and stuff, but here, it’s all about that smell of garbage and decay and its absolutely appalling.
So this morning, on my subway ride into work, I saw this photo by Ansel Adams, whom they apparently have a show of up at the MOMA and it was of this light breaking from behind the clouds, over this mountain valley and a lake and whatnot. And it was just awesome, and instantly, it clicked - I was like “I could go to Alaska while I’m travelling!” How cool is that? Alaska! Me! Imagine! I can’t wait. I’m gonna look into trip routes and travel times today, and plan out a tentative first month schedule to keep myself occupied. Even though it’s still what, six months away? Plus I am going to look at prices for self-storage places, and shit like that.
- END -
ASSOCIATED CONTENT @TMBCHR (Auto-Generated)
- New York Occult Stores
- Flying Humanoids
- Zzzzz
- Just what you need to pack away all your severed bodyparts!
- Two quotes that I found somewhere, liked and wrote down
