Life is short, but we foolishly disregard that for ambitious, complicated, aggressive romance. Is this a trick we play on love or ourselves? And furthermore, can anyone be too smart for love? Too unwilling to crumble? I try to remember how quickly it fades, if I can. I hold onto movie music and repeat learned lines, choreograph dances under the sheets, bite your lip until it’s over. It will almost always be over until it is.
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