Journal Entry: March 1st, 2015

The trains that run through this passage pass now two destinations of emotional import. One of great loss, and one of great promise. Both are far from home, relative to a New Yorker’s pedestrian sense of distance. The superposition of my heart, both light with infatuation and heavy with trepidation, marked the scene with an indelible emotional impression.

“I woke up in the Ditmas Park neighborhood this morning feeling at once fear and excitement and longing. A night of intense chemistry gives way to the sun and the call of our separate lives. And yet I tried to hold them back until we could not.” – March 1st, 2015