I haven’t written in my paper journal in over six months, and even though I constantly am writing on the Internet, it’s never about myself.
Maybe it should be?
This seems like a properly navel-gazing start to things.
This little guy lives under the George Washington Bridge. Today I rode my bike up there and a little bit past it, the same path Rachel and I walked about a year ago. The paths can be surprisingly un-bike friendly at certain points, but it can’t be beat for a weird urban nature experience.
Oh, and this is something I’m doing now. We’ll see how it goes.
