I’m in NYC.

It’s a fantastic place. A million worlds collide and exist separately at the same time.

I stop to see a man playing the violin in the subway and can’t help but realize why he’s there – taking advantage of some dichotomistic public seclusion and some acoustics that make sound wrap around you.

The kids near the Union Square subway are skating. Creating a skatepark out of a tipped over trashcan and a waxed up curb.

I miss Stephanie.