It’s silly that this blog is somewhat anonymous (though not entirely nor incredibly so) because there are things I find so timely and amusing I would like to share. But then someone from work would come across this and people would laugh at my shitty writing and I would lose delicate bits of respect I have tried to amass iota by iota. That’s what happens when you work at a magazine and you’re not on the editorial staff. You hawk this shit out piece by piece on the internet for free and praise god you have health insurance and a solid pay check during the waking hours. Then you go home and write and feel silly. Wash, rinse, repeat after me, etc.
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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