i don't even know where to begin or how to begin. is there a chance for eloquence inside this massive buzz of elation? i am far too excited to be of much use for anything other than sex or dancing. and that's a straight up fact. i return to a list of pressing responsibilities and cannot manage to make myself focus on any of it. the dynamism of the past week is alive and writhing in my blood. i don't remember ever feeling as beautiful, elated, thankful, energized and alive as i do right now. the energy of that city is amazing. i only slept 5 hours a night each night i was there. how do i begin to tell the story of an adventure? how do i tell you how happy i am? how do i tell you how painful it was to board the plane on my return flight home yesterday? and that it felt more like i was leaving home than returning to it. i fell instantly in love with new york city, especially the lower east side, and felt at home the very second my shoes hit the street.
a wall in brooklyn photographed at 4am that pretty much sums up the entire experience.
i'll tell you a few stories once i catch my breath.
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