Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Macedonia Brook State Park, Connecticut
I go to Grand Central.
After all these years i take my first train to leave New York.
I go to Plamens' house far upstate, the train smells of escape.
The train stops at the end of the line. The night is black and icey, not sure what to think as the taxi weaves through darklands.
But the next day I realise I have accidentally come somewhere extraordinary.
Sometime after this happened.
Sometime before this happened.