missing new york

It feels like a hundred years since I decided to move here.

New York disappears from me. Every day it retreats further into the fog. It becomes more & more like the generic photographs. It becomes less like an actual breathing place & starts to look like just a movie set.

I guess it didn't feel so much like a real place when I lived there either. What you see of New York, what is allowed to leave the state borders, is really nothing like what's actually waiting for you in the streets.

What's waiting on the front lines.

But it's disappearing on me. I want to keep it, but it's running away.

I'm tired.
I'm tired of chasing it.

seeking

LA, where are your freaks? Your weirdos? Your artists?
I miss the city where every street bursts with originals.
I miss my city, where one doesn't strive for sameness.

I can't recognise faces here. Each one looks the same, as if carved from hot plastic & shined to resemble new cars in the sun. Where are you, my humans? My loves? My derelicts?