Art is the emotional expression of our subconscious being.

  One five hundredth of a second. No sense of the cold or the wind Endless possibilities frozen in two dimensions. No reason to pay attention to the rules of form.  Water becomes ice that bears endless information. No up or down, no north or south, it is just what it is,  a moment of […]

She broke away. She stopped fighting with the disruptive waves of conformity and allowed herself to float in what is supposed to be her natural habitat. This is the moment that the consciousness of a great writer has woken.

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“The Ear Inn” is one of the oldest bars in N.Y. Also is the only bar that you can drink outside in the street. //

Subway is the artery of New york city. //