this imploding heart

You don't know me the way you really should

I think. that I have. a sunburn.

Tiny and I took orange dot trains a bit farther than we intended this morning. Aiming for natural history and central park but landing in harlem, we decided to explore. We took the cherry walk from harlem along the hudson river to riverside park, through the park, by the hotdog man, past all the nannies and the hundred million babies to central park, where we ate a carton of strawberries and napped in the sun. Old-ish ladies took their tops off and sat on the rocks.

The poor, sweet hudson. I wanted to give it a sad river hug, but...ew. It's a smelly baby. I know it's been cleaned up a lot, but whenever I'm near the water or in the park, all I can think of is 'New York City used to be flat-ish rolling woods and a living river to the atlantic, and trees and underbrush and animals. Now it's totally unrecognizeable, but for these immitations of what it was."

Central Park was the most foresighted idea anyone ever had, by the way. Way to go, guy who thought of that.

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breakfast on the deck


under the bridge in harlem


the hudson


napping in central park


the land of shopping frenzy