It’s a strange sensation being back in NY. I feel more foreign than I ever did before. Everything seems wondrous to me.
The massive piles of garbage.
The high prices in what used to be considered the hood.
The rampant homelessness.
I am completely in awe.
It’s all so familiar still very distant.
I mean I never really fit in anywhere. Now I’m floating down 42nd and I feel like an apparition in my own city. A place I’ve called home.
Perhaps I’m more aware. These bright lights seem brighter and everything is more clear.
Walgreens even seems over the top to me now. 3 or 4 floors of stuff.
Everything is sharper. My awareness now keen.