nyc often turns to black and fills you with hate for too much.
evenings I see pedestrians who lost downtown and look around instead of asking for information sti look fucking phones. after the car navigation, mobile foot. sapiiamo no more 'street names, and if we remember someone's name, not the way we locate. in any city '. but I ask that part of the hard drive of our brains on what and 'busy now? ie 'before there were our maps, emotions and concepts (I was a champion), memories in which each was created their own city'. expired in emphasizing some technicality shortcuts to get to a certain place. now when you hear someone explain how to get to a place you touched. there are those tips, tricks that come from those who lived excited yet. here I want those maps of emotions and experiences.
me google maps and the voice that comes from the east of GPS well I broke my dick.
I want to ask directions.
I want to meet people who know something of the city 'in which they live' cause they experienced and they know you tell me something. I can give directions
magnificent and I can even invent beautiful, wrong.
I want the cities' people.
and I want the hard drive of my brain full of roads, I want to know all the shops are at street corners, bakeries, tobacco stores, wine shops, galleries, museums, homes of friends, the roads to avoid, I remember where there are trees and where there are pavements wide, which are narrow, where there is 'the alley, where there is' the hardware store, newsagent, supermarket, I will know the closing times, one way streets, how many lights are there and where they sell the ribs more 'good sweaters and more' soft, where the coffee 'and' more 'good, what was the most bars' cool.
otherwise what I need I'm fucking hard disk?
we live and what to do in these cities'?
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