sometimes

Often times I forgot how much I appreciate this city, this marvel of places. It's no longer raining tonight but the asphalt roads are slick and twin-lighted taxes skim by, moving streets and taxi blurs looking like still photographs of moving streets and taxi blurs, things like that. I'm here, I'm really here.

posted by provolot on October 1, 2008 5:10 am |
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