Dreaming of Life, Making This Happen

Walking across the Brooklyn Bridge, seeking the only sun in Tribeca. I look around and think, this is mine. This whole fucking city belongs to me. I came here, I claimed it. I own it, now more than ever.



People are defined by titles. But what are we, really? We're obligated. We have to do it this way because this is the way the people before us did it, and this is the way they taught us how to do it. We have an obligation to society to act, live, dress, think, be a certain way. But what if that isn't enough? What happens then? I'm about to see.



A new phase of my life is beginning. A new sense of responsibility, of freedom, of love, of life. Of love of life. There's only me now. Me and this city. But the difference in me now and me two years ago, when I first fell to this island with big dreams of a textbook life, is that now I own this city, not the other way around. I own me now, I own you now.

I will make this happen.