I cleaned out my Facebook profile. It was time for some necessary housekeeping. There isn’t much information left, and I feel like a self-referential weight has been lifted. I wish I could be more mysterious. I wish I hadn’t become addicted to Twitter or updating this blog daily only because I don’t like holes. There isn’t much worthwhile left. I don’t have much to say, not like this.
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