I miss New York already but I had to go. My life is a strange mix of inertia and entropy, and they do not play well together. But I saw some cool shit biking out —
— and made some new friends —
And now I am in Boston, for the first time in years, and everything is red and gold. I’m staying down in Weymouth with my friend Colin; he lives on the water and it is so very, very New England, and the homesickness is like a punch in the stomach.
I bought some real-person clothes today. I own pants, for the first time in two months. I dislike it. But it is October, and this is what real people wear in October.
I don’t like it. I like being a non-person. It’s always October and it’s always a new city, even when it’s the same, and I am never quite a person.
But when he had gone a little way the Cat said to himself, ‘All places are alike to me. Why should I not go too and see and look and come away at my own liking.’