My bowl of broccoli cheddar soup is inspiring me on this bitter cold night.

We met a man from Holland who owns his own dance studio. His flight was delayed eight hours and he spent 3 minutes of his stay in New York with us, on the Brooklyn Bridge. 

We spent our entire ride on the Staten Island Ferry talking to a boy our age from Israel. He seemed to think most Americans were silly and stupid, yet he never looked away from his camera as we passed the Statue of Liberty in the rain and fog.

I live in the country now, and it's nice. But sometimes it is also nice to drive through a city and smell the smog and life.

I go to school in the middle of Midwest-nothingness and we explore abandonded house for fun.