stuck somewhere between an abstraction and an impossibility.
is this my reality?
or does it lie beyond the infinitely definite screen of smoke.
in the absence of dimension colors and light shift into anything but substance.
what is not struggles for relevancy in the absence of what is.
halves exist aimlessly.

where is the floating rock on which to ground. where is the single drop of perspective necessary to ripple through this severed web.
is suffocating the same as forgetting to breathe. or forgetting how to breath.

or forgetting how to remember.

number 1.

"A great many people go after success simply for the shiny prizes it brings…And nowhere is it pursued more ardently than in the city of New York." -Stephen Birmingham

A month into my new home and I am still hypnotized. There is so much to this city, its so many things at one time... an entire world of its own confined to to a tiny strip of bedrock.

A new chapter.

I'll leave you with a picture, taken yesterday at of one of my favorite spots in the city, Gantry State Plaza Park. It was a beautiful day. Enjoy :)