sometimes life in this city is just like anywhere else. i clean my home. and i cook my dinner. and never sleep in quite enough. and i work a lot. and there's never enough time. i nest and burrow. and i chop vegetables while sipping white wine and listening to whichever folk singer is sitting heavy in my chest. i try to build a home here. and new york is the variable, not the definition.
my manhattan: not so different.
in my manhattan