Boston

I'm visiting a friend here. But this is definitely not my town. It's different here.


Things close early. Things look old. And seem... reasonable. Less demanding.



I can't help but feel compelled in this room full of girls. Like 6 different roads that I could walk down. But they are all. All. An awful idea.



I'm sorry if I've neglected this blog. But I wrote three notes today. And I hope to write more tomorrow.

I met a friend here though. The first legitimate friend I can think of in awhile. I get along with him and we weren't ever pushed to be around each other. Its a nice feeling.

I like friends.

But not Boston. I'll write more when I'm back in NYC. For better or worse, it's my home.

- N