This feels so beautifully stream-of-consciousness. It reminds me of how I would like to write when I’ve sat down with my journal but my mind is so full and scattered I just stare at the blank page.
What resonates for me is the idea of moving in a slipstream in a crowd. I’ve experienced this in crowded streets and subways walking in New York, London, Tokyo, Paris, a Milan, Rome and other places. It doesn’t happen when the sidewalks aren’t crowded. When I first get to a place where everyone walks in the left rather than the right such as Tokyo, it takes me a day or so to adjust so I merge seamlessly. You can spot those who don’t fit and they stand out for thst even more than their gaudy tourist attire. I think some people never learn how to draft, a term I’ve seen used to refer to cars who follow inside another vehicles slipstream on the road. I think people travel the same way, both physically and metaphorically, some cresting a slipstream and some drafting along in thst if others, with many changing from one to the other as needed.
I’ve never experienced memories while moving this way in a crowd but I have felt like I was part of the place while doing so. That’s what struck me here.
thank you, I'm glad the movement I'm describing is familiar to you :) I felt this energy even when not many people were around, like the slipstreams lingered. it was really cool
This piece holds so much nostalgia both through your writing and my own memories of visiting NYC. I also relate to the adjustment of going back home after being in the rhythm of another place.
This feels so beautifully stream-of-consciousness. It reminds me of how I would like to write when I’ve sat down with my journal but my mind is so full and scattered I just stare at the blank page.
wow that means a lot for me to hear :') thank you!
What resonates for me is the idea of moving in a slipstream in a crowd. I’ve experienced this in crowded streets and subways walking in New York, London, Tokyo, Paris, a Milan, Rome and other places. It doesn’t happen when the sidewalks aren’t crowded. When I first get to a place where everyone walks in the left rather than the right such as Tokyo, it takes me a day or so to adjust so I merge seamlessly. You can spot those who don’t fit and they stand out for thst even more than their gaudy tourist attire. I think some people never learn how to draft, a term I’ve seen used to refer to cars who follow inside another vehicles slipstream on the road. I think people travel the same way, both physically and metaphorically, some cresting a slipstream and some drafting along in thst if others, with many changing from one to the other as needed.
I’ve never experienced memories while moving this way in a crowd but I have felt like I was part of the place while doing so. That’s what struck me here.
thank you, I'm glad the movement I'm describing is familiar to you :) I felt this energy even when not many people were around, like the slipstreams lingered. it was really cool
This piece holds so much nostalgia both through your writing and my own memories of visiting NYC. I also relate to the adjustment of going back home after being in the rhythm of another place.
thank you for sharing :) after I visited I understood why people write about NYC in the romantic kind of ways I've seen!