i take crappy photos but i just want to show this dream i get to live. new york city is perfect for anyone stranded, single, lost, or afflicted with a chronic and maledictory dolor of the soul… because here you can easily forget yourself, lose yourself in a story for a few days. reread the tempest, see a modern dance interpretation of the story, pass the marble lions standing sentry at the 5th ave library and pore over “caliban upon setebos” under chandeliers and painted skies. or just drift. from page to page, stage to stage, from story to story… from the folkloric moon to balanchine’s kingdom of mice and dolls to vienna at the turn-of-the-century and back to new york again. magical new york. where the festive trees glow at night like bioluminescent bacteria swarming in seawater. where the sleek, muscular rats at the 50th street subway stop do not pirouette to tchaikovsky. where, in all our tortured misery, we need only to muse upon the cockroaches to prove that though one may be fragile and easily flattened by hard shoes, a little determination is all it takes to survive… because survival is not about being the best, the strongest, the most beautiful, the cleverest; it is about eating rubbish furtively, hiding in tricky corners, and avoiding bright lights and humans. so that is how i live, in new york city, with my cautious optimism and spirit animal of cockroach. & to all, a good night!