Went to the city on Friday to procure a gig. Been awhile I hadn’t traveled to Manhattan. Business as usual. The city never skips a beat. Everything went well. I was out of there in less than 20 minutes. Rode the M train back to Brooklyn in quiet contemplation. Feels like am a stranger in a strange land. And I love it. I have found an inner reverie I called the solitary garden trip. Actually the garden became a city of 8 million souls. The apple city with mad flowers has totally infected me. I know what I want. I know what I have to do. Create art and wallow in it.