New York, December 2017. Quick trip. My first time back since Noun Part 1. I’m home but playing tourist. Silent beams of pride calling New York my home. Let me mark some territory. The public library is top of my list. Been Googling photos all month. I look forward to romantically wandering through dusty vast interiors.
Meet with a friend on the street. Puff puff (puff, cuz NY), pass.
Jesus it’s disgustingly full in the library. Quiet-loud. I’m being trampled by hordes of cameras. We’re shuffling through rooms in groups watching the real people study. Flash! Flash! Fuck! Fuck! I keep walking through walls of intense body odour. Such disrespect.
Shelves speak, “See? New York is still here. Not going anywhere.”
It’s true. Wow do I fucking love you.