The days after Christmas, December 25, aren’t really a part of the year, and they aren’t really a part of next year, either. Maybe they’re the days just there at the end of the calendar to ride out holiday hangovers. Maybe, they’re the space for sitting in bed too afraid to go outside. Wishing you’d…
Streets of New York, Streets of Gotham
Where are you from? Maybe it’s just part of my generation and our anxiety, but I feel defined by where I’m from to the point it’s getting hard to relate it to people as I get older. There’s probably a dead guy with a good book about collective experience being tied to where we’re from….