New York, I Love You
moved on up (slightly) to the east side..
"You clear your throat and ask me how things are, how I’m doing, what’s new. These words don’t really mean anything to us, of course. They are a soft sort of water that washes over us, dilutes the importance of our exchange in something more palatable and less uncomfortable to think about. If we fill the air with enough meaningless words, then we can pretend that we don’t actually want what we want. "
missing my evergreen state…
"Eating outside in the city is to New Yorkers as Times Square is to tourists. "
"We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia. "