Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.
london to nyc, l.a. to tokyo: all comfort, no bother
stan smith, two pairs: tennis white with a dash of colour
#humpday
a heartbeat of peace
tweedle dee
tweedle dum
tweedle what the
seriously, was that necessary?
i was just walking here
in search for tea (or coffee)
accosting unsuspecting women in scrubs
yes, i’m kind o’ lost
you have that cardboard cup
where’s the next [insert name here]
startled, staring
one look and she knows
i’m harmless, stranded
someone dusted away the road
as in:Â sans wi-fi
there is no use for my phone
coffee, yes, or tea
one way or the other
it’s equal to me
all i really want is a bit of rest
a hot drink, a bite to eat
a small space for me
a smile, a turn
see that light?
the third one?
yes, right there
a nod, a smile
thank you, goodbye
but silently i’m going quite spare
thirsty and hungry
so in need for a chair
yet on it goes
down sidewalks, filling
past corners, spilling
with cars and humans, all
walking, walking
no time for stopping
until I reach the door, walk in and
exhale
sit down, look out and see
all the people, once more
all the haste
tick-tock!
all the pushing, running
one dare not be late
late!
and so when standing in line i wonder:
why not dare and be late?
just once, for the sake of joie-de-vivre
happiness
quietude
inner peace
the everyday art of just letting life be
but no
all these people
falling down rabbit holes
mile high and eerie –Â ma’am?
oh, soon it’s me
wait, let’s see
:eat me: :drink me:
a bit of this, some of that
all combined to
ah yes, this (?)
it seems to be both coffee and tea
i’m adventurous, i’ll try it
choose it and buy it
take the cup and walk over to a free seat
sit back and eat a little
drink a little and rest
exhale once more
and enjoy this heartbeat of peace
this small space
just for me.
© 2015 threegoodwords
an omg wtf moment
New York is the first city where I felt physically offended by what I was smelling. I’ve gotten annoyed with the results of sealed poubelles in Paris, and completely absent bins in London. Never have I smelled a stink like the one a few days ago on our way crosstown to Lexington Ave, just a block away from the Waldorf that was being colonised by the UN. It was a genuine ‘Oh my God what the fuck is that?’ moment. I covered my nose. I breathed low. Nothing worked. I didn’t want to breathe with my mouth because the problem of that smell was that it was so offensive. I did not want it in my body. My quasi-little brother Henry, who was with me during the olfactory attack, he said that such stinks were normal in the city. You can have this wonderful moment in NYC that is completely ruined by a smell so bad you just want to run. And he’s right. New York makes you understand what olfactory nerves mean, since your subjected to their assault far too frequently. We hotfooted it down the street until we got away from that smell. I still don’t know what it was. There are a lot of smells in New York that I don’t want to investigate. And they always turn up suddenly, like some invisible thug waiting around the corner, ready to punch your nose in the face. This week was inhabited by such a cacophony of smells (not scents; scents are nice, friendly creatures who invite you to sit down, have a drink and enjoy some fantastic rhythm and blues) that when I ended up walking through Chinatown I was relieved. Finally, organic smells. Strange and unknown to me, they were at times not pleasant, but I knew what they were, I could see their source lying outside in crates and bags and boxes, staring back at me in all shapes and sizes. Whatever it was that attacked us a block away from the Waldorf… that belongs on some ABC weapons list. That was just wrong.
© 2014 threegoodwords
breathless
So this is it, The City. Not London. The other one. All lights at night, it never sleeps. An Empire State of mind on a warm September evening, meandering through busy, busy, streets
And then, suddenly, you’re in.
The rush the unstoppable beat to move from A to B to C to D all the way to the summit the elites to keep on going to only rest when rest is really needed to spend not a minute more than necessary to strive to strive to be to be now now it must be now show what you got what you are what you want to be work eat drink sleep and the essentials in between but don’t stop don’t hesitate think quick think fast think now on your feet walk and talk as if everything’s already booked till next week
and don’t show one sign of weakness.
Be yourself BE yourself BE YOURSELF now right now now Now NOW and achieve Achieve ACHIEVE creatively please even in the small niches the business/busyness proceeds prevails succeeds for success is real sleeping on Park getting its tinted-window-ed quietness its doorman-ed peace where your presence must be announced and there is nothing but doors windows and towncar limos in the streets while a block away Madison shows where life is living breathing hopping and skipping possibly screaming for more sweets and 53 years of solid wealth haven’t lessened the yearning for home the enraged disgust with the new/old home-sweet-home of the Upper East for behind the quiet within the smooth glittering spaces there seems little peace or so it seems it seems it seems to be giving at the seams and yet it works and works and works some more neverending the UN filling up the Waldorf and the living nations filling up subway seats don’t lean against the doors please don’t lose sight of your goals please don’t fall back in this breathless breathless breathless race to be a self a someone a me
And on 30 Rock, looking out, the city extends to a metropolis.
Breathtaking.
© 2014 threegoodwords
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