A New Year


In one version of the new year, I wake in the West Village on a pullout bed, late, eyes puffy, Chris gently snoring beside me. In another, I eat massage kale with pomegranate seeds at Cafe Select, wondering what makes the food Swiss. In reality I do both, and a giant clock looms above, already ticking down the new year.

January 1, 2015

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