Was imaginging things like a nude model, glistening with some liquid, reflecting the glow of the brilliant twilight skyline off her side, in turn reflecting off the window, causing a most interesting ghost image of the city against itself, in her shape. It could be brilliant and kid-safe, and then you go move to Mrs. O’leary’s fire trap.

Dammit.

i left nyc a month ago, to come back to rep theater in the wilds of utah.

i lost the mta, 8 million of my best friends, museums, all that is new york that made my heart beat faster.

i gained two amazing rep theaters, crystal clear skies, night stars, la is an hour away by air, 14 stop lights, 2 years of food should i choose to convert, sheer mountain ranges, vegas is 90 minutes away by car, and i find more peace in writing and i learned to can. enjoy. safe journey.