I live in the future


When I lived at 107 Christopher street, I used to think to myself, years from now, I will not live here anymore. I will stand outside of it and look at it and think:  that is where I used to live. Most every time I come back to NYC, I go to it and gaze at it, as its beneath changes from bakery to tiny pretentious restaurant to tiny pretentious restaurant to tiny pretentious restaurant to tiny pretentious restaurant and think, that is where I used to live, and I just stand there and let the moment be as profound as it possibly can be until an texting undergrad walks into me or a homeless person starts shouting at me.

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