This blog is three months behind. I think only in some fantasy land will I capture everything that happened over the summer and get back to posting real-time.
This picture is my Sunday routine. I happen to have just taken it now but could’ve taken it almost any other weekend this past summer.
I usually come alone. Not by choice, but 11 months into living here I’m used to doing things alone.
Sometimes I talk to others. Rarely have I made a friend, but I still come and romanticize meeting new people in an organic way.
And sometimes it’s just me and New York Mag. And that’s fine. Not ideal, but fine.
