Today I don’t like New York. It has a strange and alien feeling to it, like I’ve just landed for the first time.
School is empty, work is empty, home is empty. That is the sort of state of affairs that makes it easy to lose one’s head. I don’t quite know what to do, what I want to do right now. I should be working, either at work working or on a paper working.
Instead I am simply at a loose end.