the city, i see the chrysler building. it's so terribly romantic, so clearly from another time. it's what i remember about that first morning, after my dad left for south carolina and i felt very
on my own here in this city i wanted to call mine. it felt too iconic to be part of my monday
morning. and yet. there it was.
it's the first and last thing i see on my way into and out of the subway each day. a bit of a north star, a fixed point, to begin and end my days by. it still feels too grand to be part of my every day, and yet it is now.