the fuck was i thinkin'

chapter 1 on my flight out of rainy london town, i had a double feature film fest on the plane ride. these two films inspired me significantly so when i first caught them. they are MANHATTAN by woody allen & FRANCIS HA by noah baumbac. revisiting these stories got me thinking, i have been to other cities, i have tired to find an alternative that would convince me there is something as awesome as (or even better than ) new york, but to no avail, none of them makes me feel the way new york always does. yes, this is a love - hate relationship, with a lot of whining & a lot of aww-ing too, cos this place can make you cry both happy & desperate tears, but to be honest there ain't nowhere in this world that would spoil me like this city would, that would make me feel like the luckiest, that would visualize all those gershwin songs in my delusional head as i walk down the streets, that would put the biggest smile on my face. this is my emerald city, my moon river, my kryptonite, my childhood dream, my huckleberry friend ...