Sunday, April 6, 2014
Yesterday was a sunny one. We had a slow day walking around the streets. Late afternoon Xiu and I sat on benches next to a mini track and field watching Aran play football. Being in New York City again feels like being in a bubble, a big wet shiny bubble that's a little too heavy to really fly for long and is probably going to pop. Over dinner I explained to my cousin what I've been doing since graduating. I wonder what I'll be saying in another couple of years. It all fills me up with dread and hope. That sticky phlegm really takes a lot to get out.