Is there anything more beautiful than springtime in New York? The city is awash with white-flowering trees and bits of pollen floating down sidewalk. A line of hungry Manhattanites waiting for a Shake Shack burger snakes around Madison Square Park. Girls have shed their stockings and skirts creep suggestively up their legs while men are relaxing into their cargo shorts. The city is littered with sunglasses and bra straps. The restaurants have opened their doors and set up tables outside. Everything is in bloom; everyone is giddy. Even the freshly laid blacktop on 36th near Dyer Avenue is shiny and warm. I pluck leaves off trees and smell the petals of just-planted flower boxes and dance around Union Square with my ice cream cone in hand, scattering rainbow sprinkles in my wake.
Subway MapSubway Philosophy is about New York, culture, sex, publishing, memories, alcohol, or a combination of the above. Originally taken from drunken musings on the subway, it has evolved into something extraordinarily similar to most young blogs: which is to say, redundant, romantic, and woefully introspective.
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