Hello friends-- Last week, I was walking home from one of the cafés where I write, and I was overcome by this eerie feeling. I had just spent six days in New York meeting with my publisher and talking to friends, being summoned to various places across the city, and while I had returned from that trip, I hadn’t yet surrendered back to the rhythm of my life. I was still in that vulnerable, porous phase where I might be apt to do anything like pick up a new habit or give up coffee or start a new television show, the kind of waking dream that is post-travel malaise.
melancholic boy summer
melancholic boy summer
melancholic boy summer
Hello friends-- Last week, I was walking home from one of the cafés where I write, and I was overcome by this eerie feeling. I had just spent six days in New York meeting with my publisher and talking to friends, being summoned to various places across the city, and while I had returned from that trip, I hadn’t yet surrendered back to the rhythm of my life. I was still in that vulnerable, porous phase where I might be apt to do anything like pick up a new habit or give up coffee or start a new television show, the kind of waking dream that is post-travel malaise.