Last night, New York was filled with a July energy so wildly different from the coma of April I persist in believing we are in still. Isn't it still March? I keep telling myself. The Jameson and shamrock displays in the liquor stores echo my question, reinforce the belief that time has stopped. That in two months, I will be in Oberammergau, that a conference will still happen in two weeks, that we are on the verge of a summer we are still anticipating, which has not yet come.
washington square park
washington square park
washington square park
Last night, New York was filled with a July energy so wildly different from the coma of April I persist in believing we are in still. Isn't it still March? I keep telling myself. The Jameson and shamrock displays in the liquor stores echo my question, reinforce the belief that time has stopped. That in two months, I will be in Oberammergau, that a conference will still happen in two weeks, that we are on the verge of a summer we are still anticipating, which has not yet come.