is incredibly, incredibly complicated, even on the level of just a couple or a handful of individuals. That’s the trouble with sociology… it tries to work these things out in the gestalt, which only further (infinitely, even) compounds this complexity.
It’s like trying to predict weather patterns, only in these storm systems every raindrop has its own feelings, neuroses, and personal intentions.
It’s funny how at home I feel in New York. Much more than I did in Chicago, even though I think I like Chicago better. But this place is definitely like me in some way or other. I feel like I own it. It makes sense to me, it’s easy to navigate, I rarely have to think about the fact that I’m here. I don’t “think about New York” almost at all, in fact; I just live in it. That sort of thing can be very seductive.
As can others…
Despite my comfort with New York and the New School, every day right now is taking on an air of unreality, as though I’m living in some sort of suspended animation. I don’t know what I mean by that, but it’s the phrase that feels right.
I wonder what’s going on inside the deeper recesses of this head of mine…