Friday, March 28, 2008

Dear NYC,

I just saw an orange-haired woman calmly striding down Wall St. She walked with her arms behind her back and her index fingers looped together. The day is so grey and cold that I was instantly struck with how vulnerable she was making herself by walking through your streets that way. As quickly as that thought crossed my mind, it was countered with the thought that she probably felt free.

Have a great weekend,
The Woobs

Sunday, March 16, 2008

Dear NYC,

"When all of life is a blur, you are my truest definition"

Thanks for that.

The Woobs

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Dear NYC,

I'm curious about too short people, specifically of the gentle kind, who wear too short pants.

Also, I was laughing to myself today because I remembered when you mentioned how funny it was that one could go days or weeks without having seen his or her own butt. So true!

I miss your voice.

The Woobs