6/23/08

06.09.08 - Weekends Fly

Weekends fly. It is nearly bedtime on a Monday evening and for the first time since returning I feel the New Yorker permeating my skin. Tourists stopping to look at a blank sky framed in skyscrapers—are there none where they are from?
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