futurebird's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- small town life
Very quickly New York transforms into a small town. You have your favourite news stand, favourite sushi bar, favourite spot in the park, favourite seat on the train. People get to know you. The shopkeepers are quick-- as soon as they notice a �new local� they start looking out for you so you come back. Like the guy at the newsstand I go to saves a copy of the economist for me and remembers that I like luckies AND a book of matches, thank you. I don�t think I felt this at home in Pittsburgh. There, store clerks are semi-disposable. You have no idea who�ll you�ll see behind the counter or at the register. My life these days consists mostly of the 6 train or 4. I�m an eastern girl. You�d think it�d be no big deal to get over to the W 50s to visit my brother every now and then, but going cross town is a pain-- it means a long walk or a bus-- a cab or the god-awful S-train. Well, I have work tomorrow. So, I should sleep. But I think I�m getting sick. My neck is really sore and I can�t seem to stay in bed. It�s so hot-- and I�m still not used to all the noise of the city. Today I saw a Japanese girl with deadlocks. And that was about enough to make me want to go back to Ohio. Still, I made a few friends today. And some people seemed to like a few of my new poems. I�ve been trying a new style. Here, I�ll show you: I am tha god a speed 010813_25.html - 2000-08-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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