Sound
tunes i’ve been bumping
brat girl summer duh
Smell
english roses on Little Island
-happened upon these while under herbal influence we palmed the petals burying our noses in them greedily, unanimous decision from the group that they were in fact BSOAT (best-smelling-of-all-time)
tea service perfume
-my go to scent lately, jasmine tea, osmanthus, goji berry- it lovingly reminds me of Chinese grandmas and mothballs and admittedly was a bit worried I would smell too wrinkly for everyone else’s tastes, but have gotten a surprising number of compliments
piss
-it wouldn’t be a New York summer without the random wafts of piss on the streets, became desensitized pretty quickly to my astonishment, would you believe me if I told you I even smile sometimes now when I get whiff because I can’t help being giddy thinking “damn am I like…a real New Yorker?” LOL (narrator: she was not)
Touch
rumbling of the Williamsburg Bridge
-under my feet as trains are passing by and from the bass of the pop-up DJ set on the pedestrian side of the bridge, people passing by on bikes seeing the party on the bridge, slowing down, then parking their bikes to join
warm hand on the small of my back
-hehe
sudden pressure and pain on the back of my leg
-look down to see a small dog lichrally biting me at the park lol what the heck turned into an ugly bruise but thankfully nothing worse
the firmness of my mattress against my weary body
-nyc starter pack, rite of passage, whatever you want to call it I’m going thru it, it’s the quintessential experience of going wild the first few months saying yes to everything, meeting a bajillion people, forgetting them, staying up way too late, feeling like I could go on and on like this until suddenly sorry you don’t have enough mana to cast this spell i’m absolutely depleted, spent my dude
Sight
most beautiful lighting inside the train and over Domino Park that one day
a sea of picnic blankets in Central Park
-for the free concert the NYC Philharmonic puts on every year on the great lawn, apparently, it’s been going on for over 50 years pretty cooool, i just wish it was like 20% louder it was hard to hear on the speakers, we didn’t end up staying too long and honestly the best part was doodling with friends and trying to giggle quietly because this one lady shushed us and it brought back the feeling of being in the back of a classroom goofing off and trying to not get caught by the teacher
fireflies in Stuytown park
-the first ones I’ve seen in years (can’t remember seeing any on the west coast), what a sweet little surprise to see them glowing around us as I watched people freestyle and groove, I keep finding myself drawn to dancing because it reminds me how much I hold myself back and how I could be free if I just let myself be, le sigh
watching my hair falling to the floor as an ancient man in Chinatown cut it for $35
-he grabbed fistfuls of it at random and snipped away, I swear this man was cutting on vibes alone no perceived process, I went through the five stages of grief while sitting in his chair but it somehow turned out ok?? So thanks jerry (he handwrote his name on each salon business card)
Taste
lime
-from shrimp ceviche that I made after I was inspired by seeing Chloe make it, (I never knew you could cook shrimp in lime juice :o) it was sOoOoo yummm in fact that when I was eating it after my haircut it actually made me forget that I was grieving right before that
grilled corn
-i’m such a slut for corn in general, but man oh man something about it getting all up in between my teeth in the summer ugh chef’s kiss, also it occurred to me recently that corn is like nature’s popping boba
Fish Cheeks
- when I went with Megan, love a good fish dish and the sauce yommy in my tommy