I wanted to write "morning pages", but I usually never have time to do that in the morning. So I am just going to write some "evening pages" instead. I have a paper due, a couple of days ago and I really had no inspiration to write it. I had to walk down Broadway to find something that could inspire me. I sat down by the fountain on the 59th st and looked around at all the lights and buildings. I can't imagine that I had a life far away from here. I remember being in Paris and wishing to come back here, visualizing my favourite neighbourhood and imagining myself being here. It seemed so impossible, so risky and so futuristic. Now that I am here I feel like I never left. I cannot imagine leaving it again.

We were walking around Hell's Kithen yesterday and I remember myself saying that this is the area that I feel most comfortable with. It is so random how west side/midtown is what I associate with New York. The people, the cafes, the cozy spots and the river side on the 12th avenue. Every place has a special memory and event.

There are so many people that have affected my life in this town. There are people in my life that I will never see again, but the people in this town will forever remain here, one way or another. They will always remind me of what happened 6-4 years ago. You can never erase history, your actions nor your face. I think it is amazing how people come and go, but you remain in their life. You are erasable. Non forgettable.

I feel loved. I am love-able. By the non-forgetable, the most irresistable and the most precious one. Through time and space, through the impossible.