I am opposed to definition. Maybe it's because I'm not good with my words. Wait, wait- I know what you're thinking, and sure, I talk and write, and sometimes it makes sense on paper, but when you're standing next to someone and you can't find the words to explain why tonight you needed that smile or why you feel more connected to the man you passed last Wednesday on the Boardwalk than to the people you see everyday or why everything is perfect but it isn't enough, or really, it's too much... or why I don't know how to finish this thought...
I spent a weekend in New York City to learn that I will always be a tourist. And it doesn't matter how many train rides I take or how many apartments I frequent or how many times I haven't signed my name in a museum's welcome book.
It's funny I suppose.
New York, I would ask you to sit, but you always take your coffee on the run.
