In the City

23rd Street. Time for work.

New York City is a twenty-four hour marathon with no finish line. No one knows why they are in the race or where they are going. Everyone is content just knowing that they are part of the madness of it’s all. It’s easy to lose your self in the crowd. At times I feel like a dot in one of Seurat’s paintings, lost in a sea of multiplicity. I see myself surrounded by shades upon shades of colored dots. Each one insignificant yet together they create the perfection of a moment lived but seldom captured. The city is an array of constant movement, faces and images. Everyone here is something or the other and very often, anything but themselves. It seems that genuineness is rare and seldom seen in a place like this. Those who do show signs of it are often looked at with suspicion. Worldly masks are set aside prete á porte by these starving artist, waiting, always ready to tell you how interesting they are.

I have been back in “the city” now for several days. Its great to be home but I am not crazy about getting back on my systematic routine. The realty of work, bills, and other responsibilities is not a welcoming one. I managed a whole two hours at work today but the bombardment of worries beckoned a day in the city. The highlights of the day were cutting of all my hair and the runners high I experienced after my forty-five minuet run. Tonight, I am going out clubbing. It’s been a long time since my last excursion on New Years day. I feel a little antsy due to my hesitation of what the night will turn out like. I expect to see a lot of old faces both welcomed and not. [fuck you haters! You know who you are.] The number one question of the night will undoubtedly be: “where have you been?” To which I would love to reply: “living the complete opposite life these faggots say I live”, but I will probably just smile and say: “hiding out.”

This is my barber Peter.He works at Astor Place and always hooks up a garanteed thight fade.

Dinner took about 45min to cook and prepare. Tonight its Baked Salmon with a red and yellow bell pepper rasberry vinigerette sauce, Curry / butter carrtots, and Spinich cooked in garlic /butter/ white wine and a bit of nutmeg, the rice is a Japanesse style paella. ummmmmm...

Relaxing at home.