Often times , I find myself attempting to reduce an experience, a person , a phenomena , a relationship , my life , my perceived achievements or my lack thereof into a single dimension like one word or one number . On second thought it is usually an inordinately inadequate measure of anything. One dimension is not enough to represent any of the above mentioned to a reasonable degree. Yet, I persist with my attempts , especially when I am disappointed or angry with myself , others or at life in general. Perhaps, my frustrations stem from the fact that life is too big , too grand and - at the risk of leaning on cliche's - too multifaceted for one number , word or dimension to reflect, capture or distill.
I would see flowers on the street and wish there was some way I could send you at least one bouquet. I knew how much you liked flowers.
I took pictures of them and sent them to you. I only wish you knew how much it meant to me, that "I had sent you flowers", albeit via e-mail. That was all that could be done ...
My world was falling apart and that was all that could be done ... that was all.
Wish you could have been there on the streets of New York , especially around Columbus Circle.
It is beautiful there, at night : the blinking lights, the people, the breeze , fountains of water splashing into the pool. A quiet island in a bustling city.