Hello, long time no update. I live in New York City now. Earning money is nice, except when I get the 9 to 5 blues (which I get from noon to 8). Being surrounded by people once again is nice, except when it’s not. I love the city, except when I’m homesick. Attached is a picture of home. What follows is a passage from “She” by Saul Williams, which I read while sitting under a tree.
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intellect is like a major city
laden with concrete and metal
advanced modes of transportation
shining buildings and fenced in parks
spirit is the mountains
forest, wilderness
and vast countryside
that surrounds it
too many people live in the city
struggling day to day
for mere existence
most have forgotten
how to live off the land
they only experience nature
on class trips and short-term vacations
for those that live in the country
cities are like amusement parks
with high prices and temporal satisfaction
at the end of the day
they are tired
ready to go home
to relieve their ringing ears.
