After a near breakdown, the tides changed. The cosmos have been playing nice. The invisible karmic masterminds have been in collusion. Not that I believe in that. And while nothing, yet, has changed, they will. Spring is here. Everything’s coming up roses. Just wait and see. And, you know, cross your fingers while you’re at it. Not that I believe in that.
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