Surreal

this entry has no reason

or I rather say lacks rationale

I suddenly realized it is December. Yesterday it escaped me

Yesterday Iwasdrowninginpaperworkandrushingsbout...

Today time

STOPPED and granted me a full minute of awareness.

I stepped outside to join everyday life and a sudden smell woke me up from the ordinary.

It was unexpected and out of place, it smelled of New York.

Cold air charged with electricity, oil in the pavement, people rushing about, steam rising from the depths of the city. It took me about forty-five seconds to realize it is possible for human beings, under special conditions, to recall a memory, so vivid, it could transport . I lingered to it for the remaining fifteen. I had a perfect minute.

New York smells of restlessness and need to move on, it is something that has been with me since I was a little girl in the Island. The want for more, the realization that there are places in fact, too small for me. It is that things that won't let me settle down...

My ordinary day was interrupted and I had no choice but to visit a man who painted impossible landscapes. Dali calmed me down, a bit. In afraid though that this urge to move will turn me around in unexpected directions just when I thought life was peachy... If I can hold this need to run until I get to Italy, I will be fine.

"As I foretold you, were all spirits,

and Are melted into air, into thin air:

And, like the baseless fabric of this vision

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yes, and all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a wrack behind:

We are such stuff As dreams are made of,

and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. "- Shakespeare