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ahhh
so im totally confused about everything and nothing at once, about physical objects (human beings) and mental objects (my brain?) and i dont know what to do, dont know what to say. how could i miss san diego? i used to hate it! i read some sort of something i wrote in the middle of eighth grade, and there i said how much i despised it, how much i yearn for europe, how much i need european skies...
and now i also yearn for europe, in the same way, yet in a different way. i want to walk through paris’s orange-flickering boulevards with a bagette and chocolate in hand, drive through the green, red meadows pastures of holland, and just, well, be in russia. and yet i used to love ny. i guess i still love ny, if only to conserve my memories of my falling-head-over-heels with manhattan. i hope to god i’ll still be able to love ny, to actually want to live there, and be there, and grow there, and just have a life there, etc. etc. there’s one song, almost nostalgic, new york new york by frank sinatra that totally moves me, helps me fall again with manhattan—until the song ends. and then... im on a cloud, and i just fell off, and i don’t love manhattan any more.
i went to the coolest restaurant ever, in queens, last friday. i love queens—how every culture in the world mishmashes with every other culture and this whole culture crash, it’s amazing. the restaurant was romanian (like i) and i ate: calamari (yum), mushrooms (HOLLY MOTHER I ACTUALLY LIKE MUSHROOMS!), white caviar (which was SO good. it’s like a spread, the texture, but it tastes just like caviar), schnitzel+fries (nothing new there.) and well that’s it. it’s called casa romana, and it’s on queens boulevard, and it’s so spectacularly romanian that i’m still in shock over the kitsch deer-head-on-the-wall-fake-plants-wood-furniture-white-tablemap-and-golden-walls decor, the bucarest singer who sang songs in romanian, english, french, italian, spanish and even hebrew in an old, billie holiday voice, and, well... it really reminds me of why i love ny.
ahhh
so im totally confused about everything and nothing at once, about physical objects (human beings) and mental objects (my brain?) and i dont know what to do, dont know what to say. how could i miss san diego? i used to hate it! i read some sort of something i wrote in the middle of eighth grade, and there i said how much i despised it, how much i yearn for europe, how much i need european skies...
and now i also yearn for europe, in the same way, yet in a different way. i want to walk through paris’s orange-flickering boulevards with a bagette and chocolate in hand, drive through the green, red meadows pastures of holland, and just, well, be in russia. and yet i used to love ny. i guess i still love ny, if only to conserve my memories of my falling-head-over-heels with manhattan. i hope to god i’ll still be able to love ny, to actually want to live there, and be there, and grow there, and just have a life there, etc. etc. there’s one song, almost nostalgic, new york new york by frank sinatra that totally moves me, helps me fall again with manhattan—until the song ends. and then... im on a cloud, and i just fell off, and i don’t love manhattan any more.
i went to the coolest restaurant ever, in queens, last friday. i love queens—how every culture in the world mishmashes with every other culture and this whole culture crash, it’s amazing. the restaurant was romanian (like i) and i ate: calamari (yum), mushrooms (HOLLY MOTHER I ACTUALLY LIKE MUSHROOMS!), white caviar (which was SO good. it’s like a spread, the texture, but it tastes just like caviar), schnitzel+fries (nothing new there.) and well that’s it. it’s called casa romana, and it’s on queens boulevard, and it’s so spectacularly romanian that i’m still in shock over the kitsch deer-head-on-the-wall-fake-plants-wood-furniture-white-tablemap-and-golden-walls decor, the bucarest singer who sang songs in romanian, english, french, italian, spanish and even hebrew in an old, billie holiday voice, and, well... it really reminds me of why i love ny.
today i signed up for classes, too. yesterday i didn’t even get out of the house. the day before we went with some israeli peeps who i just met to a bowling place. which was weird. and the day before i think we went to..brooklyn! we toured the brooklyn heights promenade, which was glorious and saw the manhattan skyline glowing across the river, ahhhhh, just reach my hands and touch, where the twins have once stood...
well, so, yep. that’s it folks.
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