recent sightings

ditmars & 28th

man. i totally don’t feel like i live in the same place as everyone else lately.

coney island

feels like being at a party and everyone knows each other and they sort of don’t acknowledge you. like, you keep talking and trying to enter the conversation, but they just ignore what you say and only talk to each other.

19th st between broadway and 5th (i think)

and i’m left standing, my plastic cup in hand, wondering. am i invisible? makes me want to punch myself in the face.

i think i need to start boxing.