Crazy vantage point from the outside of the U.N. After I took this photo, I walked up the stairs and into the most quaint neighborhood I've ever seen in Manhattan.
This wall made me think about what it would be like to chisel this text into a rock myself. And how that might be a great way to meditate on a mantra.
The U.N. isn't really the most attractive of buildings, but there's a little magic in the way you hear people talking so many different languages while on their lunch break.
Um, hello. I am moving to this park. Forget it Chris, call off the apartment search. I will just live here. Or, if rent is too high, I will spend my lunch breaks reading Jane Austen or tales of Heathcliff here. It seems too appropriate.
An inscription revealed this to be the last remaining lamppost from the 1927 park. How many people spent their evenings wandering by this light? Fiction brain suggests a tryst between lovers of different nations, who meet at the Tutor City park after hours.
It was good to leave my desk and take a break. You should too.
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