No one prepares you for this. You think that often, mailing bills or having your wisdom teeth ripped out at the dentist. You think it at night, your partner sleeping, the glow of the city seeping under your curtain. Little pockets of time disappear every day. You think about this, your tongue running up and down the holes in your gums, the roof of your mouth, your uneven incisors. After a while, the money stops coming in. The darkness isn’t dark enough. You stay awake waiting, for what, you don’t know.
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