I miss NYC.
It's big, noisy, expensive, confusing, hot, cold, smelly, broken, dirty, but above all it's the best city in the world. It's so full of energy, creativity, diversity, culture, and there is almost always something interesting to see or do.
Stand on the street and you can just feel the electricity engulfing you, or maybe that's just the third rail on the subway showering sparks as steel wheels clack across rivets in the tracks.
Spend days in Washington Square Park watching half-assed swordsmen chop oranges in two for the amusement and pocket change of people on their lunch break. Other days perhaps you could catch urban acrobats vaulting over lines of people gasping in amazement.
Spend nights observing LES hipsters vainly try to out vintage one another at haunts such as MaxFish's or Arlene's Grocery.
Go to down deserted streets, and dream of what giants might have once walked alongside you.
I miss NYC
I miss Mama's Food Shop,
I miss Mammons Falafel,
I miss Ray's Pizza on 6th and 11th,
I miss the Bowery Ballroom,
I miss Punk Rock/Heavy Metal Karaoke,
I miss CBGB's (even though it's a dump)
I miss the Chrysler,
I miss the Brooklyn Bridge,
I miss Union Square,
I miss the ACEBDFQNRLJMZ12394567,
I miss rainy days where the whole city seemed to shrink under the shrouding clouds that played hide and seek with the building tops, and the city lights sparkled doubly on the saturated streets below.
Of course I don't miss being broke off my ass. Perhaps my memory blurs out the less poetic parts of my nine month stay in NYC, and despite the pile unattained and unrealized goals I left there when I moved back home, I don't regret a minutes time spent in the City.
*Hums Beastie Boys - A Open Letter to NYC knowing the Dead Boys were from Cleveland*
It's big, noisy, expensive, confusing, hot, cold, smelly, broken, dirty, but above all it's the best city in the world. It's so full of energy, creativity, diversity, culture, and there is almost always something interesting to see or do.
Stand on the street and you can just feel the electricity engulfing you, or maybe that's just the third rail on the subway showering sparks as steel wheels clack across rivets in the tracks.
Spend days in Washington Square Park watching half-assed swordsmen chop oranges in two for the amusement and pocket change of people on their lunch break. Other days perhaps you could catch urban acrobats vaulting over lines of people gasping in amazement.
Spend nights observing LES hipsters vainly try to out vintage one another at haunts such as MaxFish's or Arlene's Grocery.
Go to down deserted streets, and dream of what giants might have once walked alongside you.
I miss NYC
I miss Mama's Food Shop,
I miss Mammons Falafel,
I miss Ray's Pizza on 6th and 11th,
I miss the Bowery Ballroom,
I miss Punk Rock/Heavy Metal Karaoke,
I miss CBGB's (even though it's a dump)
I miss the Chrysler,
I miss the Brooklyn Bridge,
I miss Union Square,
I miss the ACEBDFQNRLJMZ12394567,
I miss rainy days where the whole city seemed to shrink under the shrouding clouds that played hide and seek with the building tops, and the city lights sparkled doubly on the saturated streets below.
Of course I don't miss being broke off my ass. Perhaps my memory blurs out the less poetic parts of my nine month stay in NYC, and despite the pile unattained and unrealized goals I left there when I moved back home, I don't regret a minutes time spent in the City.
*Hums Beastie Boys - A Open Letter to NYC knowing the Dead Boys were from Cleveland*
distra:
Sorry you miss NYC.... I think a group from asheville is going to get together one night. drop me a line.... later