Connectivity

This morning, the City felt good.

I don't mean a pretty girl smiled at me on the subway, or the pavement cracked open into a giant grin, or the heatwave broke. I mean when I stepped out of Port Authority, the sticky air wrapped me up and the beat in my headphones landed just as I hit the bottom stair. The buses lined up along 42nd St. with absolute clarity of purpose. The concrete resonated. The light bent. All the skirts of the women on the sidewalk swayed together, and me in my cut-off jeans finding the holes in the traffic

I have never wanted to be in my city more, and I have never wanted to be myself in my city less. I want to be a silent antenna, a lense, a wanderer.