In the tube I heard the city call me back like a siren interspersed between the rushed, crowded underground.
"Come back, Joseph"
"no." In my head I sound a little like Roshach. I cannot spell that word for the life of me.
I can't, this trip has really made me realize how much I like living in Brooklyn and New York. I keep coming back to what my dad said about places like Chicago being too static. For a 20 something like myself, I can think of no better community although at times it seems extremely judgemental and with places absense makes my heart grow fonder.
Met with my old boss, who's still the coolest career mentor I have.
"My lover, my mother, my friend. Ripped from the teet of the Gherkin, I'm giving Big Ben a blowie."
Wise words from an English in London.
