I've been thinking about posting this for a couple of weeks. The following are my four traversing-New-York-through-ungodly-crowds-of-people-who-won't-make-eye contact-with-you soundtracks, varying in moods and intentions.
1) Introspective, trying to read strangers faces and looking up at clouds; pretending to be inside a sweeping beautifully shot film; feeling the magnificence of skyscrapers:
2)Happily knowing where I'm headed for a change, possibly en route to a fabric store to gather materials to make my "art" (still cannot decide, by the way, weather to be a career woman or starving artist).
3) Introspective again, walking home through (oddly) quiet Jersey streets on a balmy breezy mid-summer's afternoon (when there isn't a thunderstorm); daydreams of California:
4) And finally, missing home; feeling lost and making myself more depressed on purpose via torture via the magic of song:
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