Heim

Took the train into the city today to meet up with college friends Meg & Jeremy, and so glad I did because it's just nice to talk to some people and have a great sophisticated conversation with those I haven't seen in awhile. This is what I observed on my trip:

The clouds are so low today as my train endlessly glides into them, which permeate the atmosphere around me and feed into the sun, like giant marshmallows being prod into a great big campfire, with billions of Earth's people all sitting around.

I know the people in this city. These people are me: anxious and aggressive but kind and affable. They will look you in the eye despite the color that surrounds that eye--and it is not a look of disgust or dislike; it's a shared look of strength, acceptance; it is in this New York Look that you can tell in some way we are all alike: even if it is in our innate nature of running to the Long Island Railroad track the second the track number is released on the switchboard in Penn Station, all appendages flying by with little regard for anyone else around, except the lady next to you on the escalator whom you share a smile with over the man with the bicycle who is holding up all the traffic going down to the train that will take you home. Yes this is my city that I do recognize so well.

The ending to the day: Sigur Ros "Heim" (which means "Home" in German).