That time in *Provence-Alpes-Côte d’Azur* when I should have kissed you. ~ Jlindblad
That time in *Colorado* when we left the trail behind. Share a memory from a place you’ve been.
I’d rather be in *Dublin* Taking a bus trip. Where would you rather be?
“There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born here, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size and its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter — the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is the New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something.
…Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness; natives give it solidity and continuity; but the settlers give it passion. ” — E.B. White
To me, there are three New Yorks as well. The one you see by looking out the cab or bus window, watching everything pass you by as you glimpse a person or place or thing in action out on the city streets. Then there is the New York you experience by foot, walking the orderly streets of Midtown and the confusing paths of the Village downtown, taking it all in; growing and moving with the city’s unique rhythm.
AND THEN, I believe that there is a New York you never see or experience—one that’s fatefully left to another romantic wanderer or explorer, carrying out their plans, and finding things unplanned as well.
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So I changed my plans / I rented a camera and a van / and then I called you.
I need you to pretend that we are in love again.