I think its very difficult to be sharp after the celebration of a birth of a country.
No matter which country it is and no matter who you are.
It is comforting to know I am a part of the 234th time.
Missing the last ferry to Governor Island took me to Times Square.
I think these two activities are in direct opposition to one another.
However I was not in the right frame of mind for the visual explosion that is Times Sq.
Dreamily ambling down Madison Avenue I came across a woman.
She was dressed in navy blue linen fabric blowing gracefully in the wind.
Her back to the street, propping herself against a derelict shop window.
Her black bin liner bags lined her feet and her hair was so knotted that she resembled Mrs Twit. from Roald Dahl’s The Twits.
I felt like she looked and the city was just too much for me.
After much indirect derive I made my way home for curry and bed.