Spock Misses The Point

Two nights ago I dreamt that I was walking New York city streets, looking for photographic opportunities.  I think it was a spur of the moment thing.  I needed a holiday, and decided that I would go to NYC to do some street photography.  As soon as I arrived, I wanted to first pay homage at the Imagine mosaic in Central Park.  Just to sit there and chill for a bit before doing my wander.  On my way there, I ran into an ex of mine from years back.  We were both surprised at bumping into each other in a city neither lived in.  The chat was brief but civil, may be even nice.  Anyway, after chilling at Central Park, I decided to walk some streets I didn’t walk the last time I was there.  So I headed back downtown.  I thought I’d explore that end of Manhattan.  The trippy thing about that was, when I walked to the end, it looped back uptown, as if Manhattan was a Möbius strip.  I was totally lost but I didn’t care.  This was exactly what I needed in a holiday.  To get into something or somewhere and forget about my life back home, at least for a while.

My bladder woke me up at that moment.  And that’s that.

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