Archive for May, 2009

I am on the bus to Manhattan.

I’m trying to remember the last time I took this bus, made this journey. I can’t. This surprises me; there was a time when Manhattan was a big part of who I was. Or at least I thought it was. I may have been wrong.

Lord knows I’ve been wrong about a lot of things.

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