Alright. I’m over everything. It’s fine. It’s finished. It’s buried in the laundry-list of reasons that make me neurotic and jaded and hilarious. Because it’s funny, isn’t it? Let’s end things, sure, and I will continue to make jokes the whole time. I will brush my teeth and go to work. And maybe you’ll miss me, and maybe you won’t. Add that to the list before you go.
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.
Current Subway ReadingWhite Teeth