2012
“To live variously cannot simply be a gift, endowed by an accident of birth; it has to be a continual effort, continually renewed” - Zadie Smith, Changing My Mind
Welcome to 2012, Brooklyn/Church St/2 train/Chambers St/Manhattan/world. I feel like I’m on top of you. Tonight I met/hugged/danced with a lot of strangers, kissed a cat, grinned so hard all the way “home” that my face hurt. Soon I’ll leave the country I’m visiting for the country I live in, then I’ll leave that country for another. Starting each year more variously than the last? A year of living variously? I guess we’ll see.
As a stranger on the subway said to me tonight: “I hope 2012 is the shit for you, because you deserve nothing less”.
