Rockport

Summer In The Cape

Greetings from Cape Cod

You'll Never Belong Here

New York.

It's a beautiful city.  Full of beautiful people, buildings, streets and museums.  So many dazzling lights and smells and voices...

But you'll never live there.

In Los Angeles nobody really walks anywhere.  Those that do might look at one another, offer a glance or a smile...

Not in New York.  Everybody walks and nobody cares.  Everyone has somewhere to be, something more important going on, some reason not to stop and look.  Only visitors are interested in people-watching in a city swarming with so many faces... how can so many faces become faceless?

You will hear things.  Languages.  Music.   Accents so thick they spit in your ear.  You will see things.  Culture.  Fashion.  Women so unique they seem to walk around the corner and disappear into magazines.

They can't see you.  They've got somewhere to be.  If you wait 5 seconds, someone else will come around that corner -- again and again, endless repeat.  There is no short supply of interesting people to cast your eyes upon.

You will be a ghost in New York.  Invisible, you are free to roam anywhere at anytime with a golden ticket that can take you to any borough, any island, any other world you'd like to try.  Parks and pubs and clubs you've never seen before.

But you don't really belong in them.  You're passing through even when you're standing still.  No one can see you in New York unless you're a crazy person... and they've learned how to disappear the crazy people, too.

It's an invisible city built on vapor desperation.  Desperation.  You can't see it but it's everywhere.  Everyday is life or death or something like it.  That would probably explain why the parties are so good... so I'm told.

You will visit old friends.  You'll ask how they're doing and how they're enjoying the city.  You will be proud of them and tell them how incredible it is that they're doing it, making it, living it out here.

But you will look at your calendar and wish you could be on the next flight home.   Home.  You didn't know you had one until you came here.  But you do and you miss it like hell.  Because back home you still have a reflection waiting.  You have mirrors with great laughs that make you feel like a million dollars... while New York somehow makes you feel a million dollars in debt.

It's a beautiful city, but you'll never belong here.  Because somewhere in your lifespan, against your own intentions and plans, you decided you like the sun, you despise humidity, and you like your ponds a little smaller.

Happy Adventures to you.  Now go home and kiss your front door.