NYC

11-11-22.  NYC.  I love this town.  Would like to live here for three years.  It would be tough.  The noise, the flow against you, the lack of a big sky, and the never alone; ever walking, riding, and being with thousands of strangers.  But I love it in small doses.  Three years is a small dose in imagination and I imagine it would be nice to fully explore this city, to know its intimate nooks and beautiful crannies, to see it stormy, fully fall, bathed with snow and orange sunsets, and occasionally bump into the rich and famous as we did yesterday.  On any given day you see what you normally never see juxtaposed against what you never want to see.  There is so much crammed into so little, it is height, width, and depth density of sight, sound, feel, taste, and smell all at a warp speed you experience up close and intimate, personal, in your space, which allows you to live at warp, conscious of every second.  And then you rapidly become numb to all that and just go with it, the flow against you now includes you as you go along.  The madness becomes an odd rhythm, a tune with a thousand instruments and everyone is tapping to a peculiar melody.  You open yourself up to the chaos and begin to see the tapestry of the human will being woven into a Big Apple, its New York Baby and it is very good…in small doses!