In which, you hope to do anything but. Mind you, I enjoy the fine tuning, the finished product that reeks of subtle finesse.
But how can one concentrate when there’s so much beauty in the world?…
But seriously, yo, I can’t focus. I need tunnel vision. And perhaps, a cup of fake vanilla chai to take the chill from my insides. 40 degrees and slipping, folks. There’s something about a New York fall that makes you feel alive and dead at the same time. Excitement abounds!
Say it. Declare it so. And do it twice.