Posts Tagged ‘nyc’



“a dream without ambition is like a car without gas… you’re not going anywhere.” – sean hampton Advertisements

i was struck by how fast people walked in manhattan. women in suits and heels, walking so fast you could have sworn they were running. mothers with baby strollers, hurrying to mcdonalds without bothering to say “pardon” or “excuse me”. the one time i felt like a tourist in my city, the one time i […]



skies are crying i am watching catching teardrops in my hands only silence as it’s ending, like we never had a chance do you have to, make me feel like there is nothing left of me? you can take everything i have you can break everything i am like i’m made of glass like i’m […]



there are things i want, things i will never own. i watch friends get their own homes, and begin decorating. i watch them buy beautiful things liberally, in a way i cannot. not because i cannot afford it, but because my future lifestle cannot support it. i might like a pretty vanity, with large drawers […]

not a tourist


the first time i went to my city, i was nineteen. i went to visit my dear friend, e, who goes to school in the basement of the empire state building. i stayed with her in her midtown manhattan apartment, and while she was in class, roamed the city on my own (which i wasn’t […]

e and i were walking near madison square park, discussing hopes, dreams, desires, our futures. in a moment of ditziness, e said “my dad says ‘the world is your omelette‘.” “omelette?” i laughed. “don’t you mean ‘oyster’?” e laughed, and admitted her mistake, but as we walked on, i gave it some thought. why is […]