“The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.” ~ F.S.F. I know I’ve written about this before, but i miss New York. I miss it like a dead loved one, i miss it […]Read More The Bridge
“If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best. But first, first I will destroy your hatred. Now. My hate is colder, stronger, and you’ll have no hate to warm yourself. You […]Read More A Warri-ah in Astoria
Leaving New York never easy, I saw the light fading out. I searched furiously for a quote to reflect how I was feeling in that moment. Sitting in my Astoria apartment surrounded by scattered vestiges of my city life. A life I was falling in love with but was now being evicted from. Never have […]Read More Leaving New York, never easy….