the whispering gallery

let me whisper something in your ear from across a crowded room

 

I absolutely love New York City.  While Wall Street crashes and Sarah Palin tells us we only matter if we live in small towns, I come to New York and I see the pulse of the world.  Last night in the East Village I saw a fifteen-year-old with a backwards straight-brimmed baseball cap sagging his sea-foam colored skinny jeans. Today on the C up to 86th Street I saw a gray-haired business man in a pinstriped suit trying to fit a giant pink umbrella through the doors of the train. Right now I’m lying on a couch in Harlem listening to extremely loud (and awful fun-sounding) sex happen somewhere in an apartment above me.  You can keep your small towns. I’m having a grand old time in the cities. 

I absolutely love New York City. 

While Wall Street crashes and Sarah Palin tells us we only matter if we live in small towns, I come to New York and I see the pulse of the world. 

Last night in the East Village I saw a fifteen-year-old with a backwards straight-brimmed baseball cap sagging his sea-foam colored skinny jeans. Today on the C up to 86th Street I saw a gray-haired business man in a pinstriped suit trying to fit a giant pink umbrella through the doors of the train. Right now I’m lying on a couch in Harlem listening to extremely loud (and awful fun-sounding) sex happen somewhere in an apartment above me. 

You can keep your small towns. I’m having a grand old time in the cities. 

3 years ago