so here i am, in an internet cafe on 30th st between madison and park, nyc. each night i plug my special little keyboard into my clie and i write about what happened that day.
details will surely follow. but i think we have walked everywhere, miles and milesandmiles.
but one thing i want to say is that i bought some furry red gloves before we went biking in central park, because the day was particularly cold especially for being on a bicycle, and last night a street vendor made fun of me for wearing them..."it's not THAT cold!" and he was right i suppose, but i love those gloves so much. they make me feel muppetlike.
and i love it here and i miss home and i want to know what is happening with everyone. what is happening with everyone, with the world? is everything okay, nothing is breaking or ending, nothing needs to be saved?
i miss. i love. i wonder why being gone this time feels so disconnected.
but mostly this city is amazing and all day i feel like smiling at everything. and now i have more walking to do...
today i think i will go to the empire state building, ride the elevator up to the top, and try to keep myself from shouting "i am the king of the world!"