I am currently in NYC. The city is not what I thought it was.
I got dropped off at 31st and 8th avenue, and I have been wandering since.
Right now I am sitting in a McDonald's because Jasmine's dorm doesn't allow guests to sign in after 2am. Oh yeah, and she and Celeaste will not be available until 1pm...
So... Now I have to find a way to burn 10hrs of time awake;
it is imperative that I do not fall asleep. Not here.
Oh yeah, I met a New Yorker here. His name is Rashan. He is homeless.
Anyway, I felt that he was a good person, so I bought him a meal and bade him well.
He gave me the directions here.
Side note, it is funny how I feel like I am in some sort of dream where I fear nothing because I know the ending--I'll be alright.
I am feeling that a lot right now.
Why do I have to wait until 1?
I guess I can always do math... On second thought, maybe not. I just can't fall asleep.
I have this huge luggage and I look out of place. I cannot fall asleep here.
I feel such sadness for these other people who are here not by choice circumstance, but desperation. These people around me just want a warm, sheltered place. Why do we mistreat others?
It's funny to think how urban life really is a "Jungle". Except, we are each other's predator; our fellow kin, in a false necessity of life, can choose to take another's.
haha... "Where Are You Going?" by Dave Matthews Band is playing. Mr. Deed's...
I feel like him, right now.
I want to see somewhere. Freedom Tower? Where?
I am here alone, as we all are, in an epoch of discontent, beneath the massive anthills men erect in pride, to mirror the supposed grandness and immortality they signify.
Well, I'll to keep updating, observing, loving; not much more I can do here.