Family

My brother and his wife were just here visiting me in the city. (As it turns out I’m probably gonna stay after all – I am still a little in love with this place.) It was so good to be with family. The warmth and comfort of someone who knows you so well – all your annoying quirks, who tolerates your never ending complaint sessions about the same old things, who you can talk to for hours on end about the state of the world (or just the state of your life) and who loves you in spite of it all. Such a relief, because there’s not exactly a ton of unconditional love floating around in my life.

I feel the sweet tang of sadness when they go. I am snapped from the cushion of companionship and returned to my strange and elusive solitary ways. After hugging goodbye outside the subway stop on 14th St they disappeared into a hole in the ground. I was alone again on a warm night in Manhattan. The breeze picked up softly, bleeding the darkness and lights together as I drifted off into the miasma of the city. In love with loneliness and being lost.