First morning back at mom’s
That was the beginning
First night back in the city; trekking through with oversized rucksack in tow; mexican restaurant greetings with estranged writer/best friend, happy hour drinks with wikipediable strangers, rolling rollies to an audience, New York magazine and strangers reading over shoulders, the 2/3 express train just in time in both directions, having less hair than my sister for the first time, getting carded in a corporate bar and not being able to prove my age, shaming businessmen into giving up their seats on the lirr, ordering pepperoni pizza for dinner over red wine and tibetian terrier belly rubs.
i leave tomorrow night, andi don’t know how i feel about it.
first collage i have done in years