i visited manhattan this weekend, and it was kind of surreal.
it's like finishing a book and closing it, but then not wanting to be done so you desperately flip back through the pages to remember, but everything is disconnected and not the same as a fresh, first read.
it is made up of memories; some recent and some vague.
i can almost see the stages of my life being played out as i drive around,
almost as vividly as the words in a book.
anywhere i go sparks something in me and fills my mind with replays.
i know this will fade with time, but i am sure manhattan will always hold a special place in my heart. (kind of like wildcats forever, only not at all).
and it only gets better, right?
