this is the place where i always seem to wax and wane. at some point i just have to get over my old habits of prolificacy and take charge of the waxes, take stock during the wanes.

everything is new but also familiar: slaloming through the construction on 5th ave until taking the sidewalk next to the cemetery, lit by blinking clouds of fireflies. late nights around 19th street, you might see breakdancers in the middle of the street.

we’re always getting older, always getting further away.