and sometimes when i'm falling, flying, tumbling in turmoil i say 'whoa... so this is what she means.'
i'll be that girl here soon. so here goes... a documentation of the life and times.
new york is a mythical place... a living breathing moving life form. rats in the bowels of the subway lines, rickety old apartment buildings--some not fit to live in.
i looked at an apartment the other day and the floor was at an angle. me and danette stayed in a loft where you could hear every movement, and somebody sawing something upstairs caused part of the ceiling of our unit to chip off.
like the building, like the city, my body is alive with the energy of the people, the movement.
i'm abuzz and i can't wait
