Writing a great deal over the last few weeks, I have ideas scribbled and formed in various places: notes grouped by subheadings on my phone; beginnings and middles of posts in Notepad; musings, lists and random 3am thoughts in my notebook.
There seems to be two forms these things take:
They are one short sentence.
or
They are a thought that becomes a paragraph that oozes into treatise winding and bending down the page in lengthy strides that circle about encompassing more and more material until the ideas continue to feed back upon themselves and all is lost in the muddle.
I slipped back into my city as if returning from vacation instead of dropping in for a weekend visit. The weather is slightly different seven months later but it feels more like only seven days since I left. Conversations break the spell as lots of “what are you doing here?!”s were not part of my daily NYC life.
