Like the folks you meet on, like to plant my feet on the Brooklyn Bridge. I love to listen to the wind through her strings, the song that she sings for the town.
Am I vintage because my life is analogue? Is it retro to read on the metro or put a record on? Is it passé to think I haven’t seen enough? And is it oldschool to still feel stuff? Am I dated because I shout at the waves asking the questions that I’ll never get answered for the rest of my days 🕰
Goosebumps all over when the elevator doors opened on the 50th floor of the Prudential Tower: speechless by the 360 view of Boston’s skyline