New York

a city of wackos.  bandages on faces, drugged out homeless people.  throwing garbage and yelling.  racoons jumping into garbage cans.  materialistic thoughts and advertisements everywhere. buy buy buy. dirty rivers.  cigarette butts. honking honk honk.  it is so loud, hard to think. crazy straight.  a smile.  a laugh with a stranger as clips of toe nails fly around the N train.  there is light and love here, although hard to see at times.  feeling safe is tricky.  threats from left and right, hand on purse.  everyone is suspect...while trying to smile.  fancy cafes and smelly people.