cutting great neck

funny how beautiful life is.

how nauseatingly repetitive, and yet beautiful.



it's autumn. the cold is a snake and its fangs are slowly swooping into my flesh.

snow: can't wait for you.



i miss airplanes. europe and israel. beirut on itunes; nostalgia from last winter's vacation, athens, petach tikva.



i'm going back home for a week in the start of november.



i miss the feeling of being somewhere else, not nyc, not great neck, somewhere fresh and different and foreign, somewhere with a different language, a mediterranean city with enticing cuisine and riveting architecture and irresistable culture.



romania...

oh romania.



i want to visit you.

i want to visit the streets of my spectral childhood, the place where i never grew up, where i never lived. where my mother was raised.