I've been living in the same place for well on eight years now, and it has begun to take its toll on me. Granted that it is in an enviable part of real estate in this glittering city (at least for some in terms of convenience to the night life and general availability of things), but for me it seems all done and done. Perhaps what grates on me most is that the view from any of my windows face all these fantastically dull and/or horrible buildings and I often hear the rumble of subways all day long. It is no wonder, then, that I often dream of views of nature (from my window) and the sea (for some reason, I am not sure why- as I am not that fond of water).
The following is from a recent visit to the Metropolitan Museum, in particular one of the rooms in the Modern Art section, where the works that were exhibited there were so horrid that I found myself looking and daydreaming out the window to avoid looking at that nonsense.
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| away from it all in a moment is thus caught |
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