I feel about my life in New York in very much the same way I felt about my time in Moscow. So far my days are filled mainly with reading, seeing art and negotiating my limited living quarters overrun with stuff.
I haven't "done" much yet, at least not in the sense of actually living here, becoming a part of things, and I think that part of my sense of New York comes from feeling that time here is temporary. And it might not be. I just have yet to commit one way or another, which is quite different than packing up all my belongings and planting myself in LA or KC.
The unfortunate side effect is that I haven't had much excitingness to write about. Unless of course people what to read my Popular Culture response papers and I don't even want to look at them.
I have seen great art. And I am hoping that at some point I will be able to meet people to talk to about what I am seeing because right now the reflections are just swimming around in my head and what is the point of schlepping my ass across town if I can't chat about it.
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