New York City’s been a dream, an obsession. Watching No Direction Home wasn’t any help either. Beat Generation, William Burroughs, existentialism, Woodie Guthrie are taking their toll on me. ‘I love NYC’ has come to mean more than mere tourist-advertising black and red on a lame T-shirt. I mean, reading toilet graffiti on the walls of Cafe Wha? has been topping my agenda for half a year now, No Shit(pun intended)! Another day in Cincinnati parking my sad ass either in the lab or in TUC and I’m gonna lose it. Getting to a point where I’m sick of the inaction and the monotony that is my life. When such is the case and the day hath arrived, I can’t help humming ‘stop and stare’ all day cos I’m thinking on the same lines now…
“This town is colder now, I think it’s sick of us
It’s time to make our move, I’m shakin off the rust
I’ve got my heart set on anywhere but here
I’m staring down myself, counting up the years”
