New York City

Wet paint signs flashed all the passerbys. Rather tempting than restrictive. Everyone is trying to get their shit together around this time of year, even the buildings. the sidewalks that were covered in chewed gum and smeared dog poop were being freshly paved. After stepping over it I decided to turn back to rebel because thats what people did here. I wrote my initials in the wet pavement and i got paint on my hand and i walked across the street when I clearly wasn’t supposed to. But so did everyone else. It almost felt like following the rules around here was rebelling. I couldnt tell if i loved it or hated it. I wondered if anyone here read handbooks or followed recipes. I was impressed with everyone’s ability to function in such a disfunctional place.