Currently transplanted in some miscellaneous borough off the Manhattan perimeter. I'm preserving anonymity for more dramatic effect, but then again, New York kind of supplies that in spades. Thus far, I've committed to one trek to the Soho Grand and contemplated my status as a food scavenger. In one day. Kind of impressed with myself, more so because Le Pain Quotidien creates the best ambience of self-reflection.
Hoping that the next few days show equal promise, and that the abundance of henleys I foolishly packed gain immunity to subway climate. Delusions, delusions.