i miss it
On the bedstand: Dubliners by James Joyce. Still. This week has been a mess. I haven’t had a chance to touch it.Coming through the speakers: The Boss. All of it. Thunder Road!
I miss it. I do. The madness. The smells. The colors. The pace. The people. New York.I caught this BBC video on a rat terrorizing passengers on the subway. Sadly, I can’t remember if I was ever in a car with a rat. I’m pretty sure I was. It’s just not that remarkable when you’re in the middle of the mayhem.I’m happy here in Dublin. I am. Long-term though? Who knows. I stopped trying to answer that question after I left New York. I thought Brooklyn was the long-term answer. We all saw how that turned out.So for now, I’ll watch subway rat with all the fondness and wistfulness that’s usually reserved for family holidays.I’ll see you around New York.