So here I sit back in the big smoke. Tottenham Court road, the Tottenham Pub. Stella contrast to the lands of Mexico and Bournemouth now past. Sitting on the verge of my next adventure I ponder…
My inner glow flickers as I try to grasp onto the feeling of freedom and enlightenment, born and experienced upon me. I can feel a noticeable change of state since my last trip. A relaxed comfortable consciousness that makes the world seem smaller. As my opening though I wish to apply the same method and openness to the wealthier evil brother of Mexico, America.
New York sits in my mind as a mish-mash of popular culture. Fragments from films, people, 911 and more. My habitation fits as partner, relinquishing any big city fears. New York is close.
