Aside from Manhattan's ominous, glowing towers of boxes which give me major creeps on some visceral level, like 'how could one live this way', New York's alright. I held it in contempt for awhile, though not out of some misplaced love for Boston nor that delusional, rabid fanaticism that comes with affiliation for organized sports teams. I walked up to Herald Square in a sort of daze, exhausted as I can hardly sleep before I go traveling somewhere. It was just so funny to me, this oddly placid island of relative calm amidst the rush. I sat at this little table and just sort of spaced out, looking around at all the buildings and the world gliding by and started to understand a little bit of what people might love so fiercely about this place until I was interrupted by one of those palm reader hacks with some wack ass Eastern European accent. I have trouble getting those sort of people shilling bullshit away from me. Fortunately Kim called at that point which afforded me an escape.

I didn't really get anything done but that's the point of a vacation, I suppose. Though most of what I've been doing the past few months has been "not doing" so uh, I don't know, but that's the past now. I saw people who I haven't seen in awhile which was great. Positive vibes and good dreams.