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The Gipsy Wagon
Well, it happened. We had broken up so many times, and this was different. It tasted different. I could feel the bitterness of the closure in my mouth when he looked at me for the last time and closed the door behind him, and yet, even feeling so lost at the time, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have found myself.
Travel the gastronomy world without leaving NYC
I've been living in New York for a while now. At first, I was a little bit scared of the city. Too many things going on at the same time. Too little time to do everything I wanted. Too many people living in the same space. Too little space for everyone.
You are here; he is there. Though you can go anywhere, you don't. For you are here, And he is there. You look around; there is so much.
Beware of your go-to’s
Beware of yourself when indulging in a shopping day. Yourself and your go-to’s. Maybe you’re the person who only buys floral skirts. You arrive at home thrilled with your "great thrift find" of the day. In an unbranded random supermarket shopping bag sits a brand new mid-length black skirt embroidered with white daisies.
Have you heard of Medidance?
2020 was the year. That year. A year that sounded as preposterous as it turned out to be. We were afraid to leave our houses, afraid to go to the supermarket, to see dear friends. And we were right to be, things were getting worse, and fast. We needed to protect ourselves, be safe. Stay home.
The Thousand Faces Notebook
I could feel the salty taste from the sweat that made its way into my mouth from my upper lip. The focal white light over my head was so intense, pointed at me as a sharp inquisitor, forcefully obliging me to act. I was never good at acting. Never good at starting something. Life was the one who always pushed me with its slow and monotonous flow.