I am in New York City again. One of my favourite things I have written so far was from the last time I was here, a year ago. It is not my favourite because it is particularly well-written, or anywhere near perfect, but because somehow I knew I was writing it to keep a certain feeling alive with me. And every time I read it back, I feel it all over again. It is between myself and I… and I guess you, since I chose to share it in here.
Oh Lu... I love the way you write so genuinely