locale

i am here.

stone free

i just chanced upon the orlando magic website, and something about the aesthetics of it just made me YEARN something FIERCE for the experience of being out and about at night in florida. wide and pristine streets, immensely clear night skies, a soft breeze, all that perverse art deco... new york is killing me. i have to get out of here.

i'm having good nights with great people, but the sensation of being stuffed in a bar with a handful of friends and hundreds of strangers reminds me of scenes from the holocaust where they crammed people into traincars.

the snow today almost made me want to shoot myself. i content myself with the fact that in little less than a week i will be chatting with accented girls on the corso while holding a basket of fish & chips.