I'm walking the street that lead me to my old campus. It was a tough time, but ultimately the most inspired I have felt in a city (other than Paris). I listen to an album blessed to me by a kindred soul, a member of a tribe that may just be mine, whom I found from a smoothie or fate, unicorns and glitter. I'm happy. I'm really happy and left a bit in an awing stupor of how beautifully interwoven the universe can be when it smiles on you.
I was teased with a world this magically powerful when I first moved back to New York, and have since been wearing my hands raw trying to ignite the same spark. I've found my flint and can't wait to see what artistic and personal adventures grow aflame.
Here we go.
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