i tell you to go to nyc. that there is so much more beyond the negative connotations/emotions/memories that you have linked to it..

but at the same time i'm guilty of the same form of escapism. while i don't feel anything anymore, just perhaps a strange connection to places and a wistfulness for the simplicity of those young days. i refuse to watch les miserables, haven't gone back to that town in 4 years, the starbucks there, the rooms, the river.. and i still stand in the middle of covent garden sometimes and think of all that we shared. brief, seemingly translucent and fragile now, encased in the shell of memories. and i sometimes wonder if all of that did happen all those years ago.