Turned out that I had food poisoning, probably from eating a street gyro in NYC. My body can’t even handle North American street foods. What is this? Ugh. I was pretty useless for a few days and I can’t say it was very fun. That gyro was definitely not worth it. I didn’t even lose any weight. Whatever.
A week’s past since my recovery. I’ve been getting back on track and been on the track too. I was looking for an alternative to running outdoors as there’s a lot of slushy snow and slippery ice. Fortunately, I found a free lap to run above the skating rink in the community centre right by my house. I’m just about to head off for it. It’s nice and chilly; just cool enough to run with a sweatshirt and warm enough that I don’t feel like I’m dying. Plus, the only ice around is on the rink and it’s neat to watch all the hockey kids do their thing while I’m doing mine.
Sat on the edge of a building a couple days ago. It was during sunset and was the most beautiful view of the city I’ve ever seen in my life. It was pretty terrifying but extremely thrilling. I don’t think I’ve ever been more scared in my life. I couldn’t help but not trust myself. What if I felt like sneezing? Or got my sudden heart pains and keeled over? Or spontaneously lost balance just because I’m so freaked out? Call of the void he calls it. It totally wakes up that realization in me on how badly I want to live.
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Haven’t been finishing my ramblings lately and thus, I have a collection of truncated ones during my stay in NY:
I’m sipping on some vermouth, waiting for a friend to finish work up and fuck, life is good. I love it here. I may never want to go home. It’s quite a nice change from being in Asian cities. Strolling down spacey sidewalks with cold air in my lungs and being between all these high rises is strangely comforting. It makes me feel small and makes me think that my problems may be insignificant in the scheme of things.
Saw a Chinese man biking through Chinatown with a FedEx envelop on each hand.
Saw a couple of musicals. Chicago was fun but I enjoyed the 2002 movie a hundred times more. Didn’t dig the lack of set. Wicked was cute, family-friendly and very Disney-esque. Both of them are not something I’d see again but I’m happy I got to cover the classics.
The high line is an amazing place to walk along during sunset. You get a good view looking down street by street. It’s not something you’d see anywhere else. There were a lot of public art installations including a weird human-centipede-looking statue with all the animals eating each other. Nice.
What a great opportunity to learn some art history. Holy, is it ever hard to come across friends who really dig museums but I’m in luck this trip. It makes me realize that have a lot to learn.