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Jun. 8th, 2023 01:35 pmOooof. Alright. I know I owe you guys all my tales of moving woe and the surprisingly involved saga of the super's twelve year old son and my very weird bathroom sink, and I will get there. Promise. But today I need to talk about The Haze. New York City is currently covered in a thick orange haze and I'm gonna go out on a limb and say something fairly controversial here: I don't like it.
Here, check this out. The harbor ones are especially upsetting. There's supposed to be a skyline back there. Kind of a big one.
They closed all the public libraries. And some Broadway shows and sports games, et cetera, et cetera, but the libraries?? That's how you know it's bad. And my eyes -- they feel like two peeled, bloated onions floating around inside my head. I guess that's also how you know.
The past three mornings, I've woken up wondering why it smells like Mass. Most people are reporting these very pungent campfire-y, cookout-y kinds of smells, and it's true, they are pungent, but me? I'm getting almost all myrrh. Myrrh and copal and a little bit of frankincense -- all the usual suspects. I've had Hozier's Take me to Church stuck in my head since Tuesday afternoon and it really isn't helping with the dour vibes.
All this is just to say...I cherish you all. And if this is the end, and I end up listed in a mass obituary of people who "disappeared into the mist", then I'd like to be remembered as a peace maker. I mean, I very much wasn't one, but nevertheless. That's how I wanna be remembered.
Here, check this out. The harbor ones are especially upsetting. There's supposed to be a skyline back there. Kind of a big one.
They closed all the public libraries. And some Broadway shows and sports games, et cetera, et cetera, but the libraries?? That's how you know it's bad. And my eyes -- they feel like two peeled, bloated onions floating around inside my head. I guess that's also how you know.
The past three mornings, I've woken up wondering why it smells like Mass. Most people are reporting these very pungent campfire-y, cookout-y kinds of smells, and it's true, they are pungent, but me? I'm getting almost all myrrh. Myrrh and copal and a little bit of frankincense -- all the usual suspects. I've had Hozier's Take me to Church stuck in my head since Tuesday afternoon and it really isn't helping with the dour vibes.
All this is just to say...I cherish you all. And if this is the end, and I end up listed in a mass obituary of people who "disappeared into the mist", then I'd like to be remembered as a peace maker. I mean, I very much wasn't one, but nevertheless. That's how I wanna be remembered.