Monday, April 20, 2009
Breathe in deeply because if you do I am pretty sure you can smell this. You can probably even feel the steam seeping into the pores of your cheeks and forehead. If you dive head first through the photo you are rejoicing in the concept of immediate gratification; you point, you eat. The chopsticks bring clarity to the act of eating; you feel that frequently underused part of your brain pleasantly humming. You are in the personal space of your company. You hear quiet eating, steady bustle and verbal commands that are much like the tea: no sugar, no cream, and cutting straight through to the point. Today your eyes and stomach make friends, you desire no more than that for which you have room, and when you slip your raincoat on you can step back into New York City with renewed balance.