(pics of pics)it's gotten pretty late (again) here in the old school bedroom of alissalis. time spent rummaging through the closet, looking at old pictures. time spent relaxing in this morphed crib that i have lived in all of my life.
i've had so many experiences over the past week that remind me of this life i have lived in nyc. running into little women who were once infants, peering into secret hiding places in parks, spending time with friends i have known since 4 years old...nyc knows me too well and no matter how hard i try, i cannot escape it.
so why try? it's a visceral reaction, a rejection of the old to embrace the new. at least that is what i believe now, at 3 am, in my old school bedroom.
nite,
alis
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