that 30 to 90 minutes after work where you're just a husk staring dead-eyed at the phone, or the subway ad, or the wall. when nothing can stir even the barest hint of a human feeling in your soul! not even a gentle breeze or the music of alice coltrane
work is not in MY HOUSE it’s a silly place i go. listen to a podcast! enjoy the magic of public transit! bask in the shared situation with your other cogs in the machine before going click clack at a computer all day.
feel free to amble along and maximize your time in the sun and fresh air. people are always like "you're in new york! walk fast!" but take it from a lifelong new yorker: you are allowed to chill...slow down...enjoy yourself. you don't always have to rush.
