Things I saw on this trip back to NYC:

1. Many people that I love and that make me feel loved.
2. The Alexander McQueen show at the Met (I'm pretty sure my eyeballs had an orgasm).
   
3. LonelyBoy Dan Humphre─I mean uh, Penn Badgley walking down 8th Street in a t-shirt with the sleeves cut off.
4. A roach the size of a small mouse, skittering purposefully down the street like he had somewhere to be.
   
5. A man of Indian or Middle Eastern descent standing on a street corner at 11 in the morning, holding cellophane-wrapped flowers and shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other and looking around.
   
6. The charred shell of an SUV cordoned off with yellow police tape and the twisted steel remains of a wheelchair two feet behind it. Hopefully the car was empty and it expelled the (also empty) chair in the explosion.
   
7. Three women crying on the street: the first was walking briskly while talking on her cell phone, the second put her sunglasses on after sitting down on the N train and kept them on for the remainder of the ride, and the third was me looking at my own reflection in the Sephora window.

Adele - Hometown Glory (High Contrast Remix)