When did the city get so loud? You can’t walk down the street without covering your ears, construction on every corner.
If they knock down one more old building, sadly not landmarked to build a high-rise, in ten years times, we will rival Tokyo with a population similar to ants.
I feel accosted every time I leave my house. Toss in people on their phones in every pubic place, courtesy at bay as if it were extinct, which I’m beginning to realize, may be the case.
The desperate, jumping in front of you demanding money, as if that too were the norm.
Just now a man without legs attempted to make me feel guilty because I have mine. As you know, pulling my heartstrings is a walk in the park, but his ire angered me so much I just let him have it, and not in dollars and cents either.
“How dare you yell at me. I’m sorry for you…I am…but I have a disability too for your information. Maybe it’s not as obvious as yours, but I have one…so get the fuck out of my face.”
Yes, my mother made one of her jolly, cameo appearances and frankly, I was glad.
I love New York. I’ve lived here most of my life and don’t wish to leave it. I’m part of its grid, its fabric…right along with its landscape and the likes of the harbor and the Chrysler Building, but it’s losing charm as if it had a slow leak.
And if not careful, I too will lose mine.
Peace…know where I can get some?