Jamais 3 si 2 (My third time in NY) - II
Don’t get me wrong: I did have fun, met interesting, smart and nice people, visit good friends, discovered new beaches and new spots. But it didn’t feel the same. Something was off. I was off.
The Chinese taxi driver turned the radio on and we listened to good funk music: it gave a soul to the glooming skylines. When we reached 11th avenue and turned right towards Chelsea, I thought about a “mysterious poem” my mum sent me by email a couple of weeks ago. Weather you read this poem from the beginning to the end or the other way around, it has an opposite meaning:
“Today was the absolute worst day ever - And don’t try to convince me that - There’s something good in every day - Because, when you take a closer look - This world is a pretty evil place - Even if - Some goodness does shine through once in a while."
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