I find myself miles from home in New York doing all the things that I like to do every time I come here. I look up at large buildings and wonder if I should take the tour, I flick through Time Out and imagine that I should do all kinds of torturous things to justify my carbon footprint. My friend and I were going to go to Fire Island today but when we discussed the logistics we put off the trip possibly till tomorrow maybe indefinitely. I know we would sit on a train talking about celebrity plastic surgery for 2 hours – get off , march to the beach like lemmings – stare hopelessly out across the ocean for 10 minutes, walk back to the train – ride into town and go to the same restaurant we were in every night this week , order the same food and feel only relief .
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