yesterday i went for a walk. by myself.
now this is quite irregular, as i usually hate being alone on walks.
but yesterday was...different...to say the least.
I had a revelation.
I discovered what is the matter with me lately.
In all truth... I just need OUT.
Out of this damn waste of space town
with all these waste of blood people.
I need to be in...
a REAL city.
New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, San Francisco.
Ah... New York.
I need the smell of pavement and curbside stands.
I need the taste of exhaust fumes.
I need the feel of crackling gravel and the click of high heels on concrete.
I need the blaring of horns as a lullaby for when I sleep.
I need the endless possibilities of daily life:
"Where shall I go today?"
I'll ride 1 from Broadway to Houston St Station
and go wander through Greenwich village.
I don't need to know where I'm going.
I live in THE city.
Or I will someday, at least.
