Sunday, March 11, 2012


I have always, perhaps wrongfully so, depended on movement to mend things. Then there's this: I can't fix anything, can't escape anything, and I'm placing all of my hope in New York next weekend. Like I said to my friend Nancy earlier today, travel replenishes the soul. I'm counting on it, foolishly and wide-eyed, because, because, because.

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