Urban Hermit
Urban Hermit
A man could walk through the streets of New York City with a merry-go-round on top of his head and nobody would take much notice, let alone bother him about it. So I suppose it is a good thing for the merry-go-round headed that New Yorkers tend to ignore each other.
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Wade from Vagabond Journey.com
in Brooklyn, New York City- October 7, 2008
Travelogue -- Travel Photos
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I walk through these people strewn streets spinning my cane and trying to act very much like some weird sort of prince of Thebes. "When you get to New York, walk with a swagger in your step and you will be alright," I was told before I entered through the gates of this odd sort of pre-assumed Leviathan.
I found myself beginning to like this joint, as you can be just as anonymous in New York City as in the deepest, darkest of forests. A hermit has no better abode than then heart of a big, modern city:
Orthodox Jews walk the streets with huge, two and a half foot wide hockey puck like things masquerading as hats upon their heads, black men tie up dreadlocks with Africa colored cloths a half meter up off of their melons, and the worst comment that I have yet received for my somewhat pompous top-hat is that I look like a leprechaun.
I probably do, and therefore affirmed the gesture.
But the city is eating away at me. People energy is superficial, and I am not subsisting off of much. My energy is draining.
The faceless crowds still have faces, but they are not seen in the zebra-striped menagerie of the landscape. Skyscrapers cut off my connection with the sun, buildings my ability to feel the wind, city lights opaque the stars, and exhaust fumes taint the air. I am living in an artificial hybrid sort of life, and am beginning to feel terrible.
Walking the streets as another be-masked, faceless, and scarcely noticed drone. The feeling that I need to get out of here is becoming ever present.
I need to get back to being The Foreigner.
Links to previous travelogue entries:
Ground Zero Photos New York City
Vagabond Not a Drunk
Cockfight Culture and Tradition
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A man could walk through the streets of New York City with a merry-go-round on top of his head and nobody would take much notice, let alone bother him about it. So I suppose it is a good thing for the merry-go-round headed that New Yorkers tend to ignore each other.
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Wade from Vagabond Journey.com
in Brooklyn, New York City- October 7, 2008
Travelogue -- Travel Photos
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I walk through these people strewn streets spinning my cane and trying to act very much like some weird sort of prince of Thebes. "When you get to New York, walk with a swagger in your step and you will be alright," I was told before I entered through the gates of this odd sort of pre-assumed Leviathan.
I found myself beginning to like this joint, as you can be just as anonymous in New York City as in the deepest, darkest of forests. A hermit has no better abode than then heart of a big, modern city:
Orthodox Jews walk the streets with huge, two and a half foot wide hockey puck like things masquerading as hats upon their heads, black men tie up dreadlocks with Africa colored cloths a half meter up off of their melons, and the worst comment that I have yet received for my somewhat pompous top-hat is that I look like a leprechaun.
I probably do, and therefore affirmed the gesture.
But the city is eating away at me. People energy is superficial, and I am not subsisting off of much. My energy is draining.
The faceless crowds still have faces, but they are not seen in the zebra-striped menagerie of the landscape. Skyscrapers cut off my connection with the sun, buildings my ability to feel the wind, city lights opaque the stars, and exhaust fumes taint the air. I am living in an artificial hybrid sort of life, and am beginning to feel terrible.
Walking the streets as another be-masked, faceless, and scarcely noticed drone. The feeling that I need to get out of here is becoming ever present.
I need to get back to being The Foreigner.
Links to previous travelogue entries:
Ground Zero Photos New York City
Vagabond Not a Drunk
Cockfight Culture and Tradition
* Travel Blog Directory * Vagabond Journey.com * Travel Photos * Travel Questions and Answers
Labels: americas, new-york-city, usa
posted by Wade Vagabond Journey.com at
8:20 PM
4 Comments:
Are you going to sit it out then, mister? At least your deepest misery will provide some perspective for the approaching joys of the open road, again?
A 2 year stint in London had me pretty much feeling that same anonymous despair. The worst of it is though, that some of those feelings seems to have become an ingrained part of me, having entertained them for too long...
So - that's why I ask, are you sitting it out and are you going to be ok with it? That perspective bit can just as well be bullshit, if you aren't careful.
Mooiloop,
Dave
Wade, don't allow yourself to wallow in your sorrows. Two months down, two more to go. You'll leave new york a free man. No obligations, no ties to anyone in the world. Come the new year go anywhere you want; China, Ethiopia, or Timbuctu. Spend the next months finishing your school and studying maps and travelogues make plans for your next leap. We create our own misery in life, don't do it. g.
Hello DivaD,
I will trudge out of this one a little fuller mockery of a man, I am sure.
City living is an experience, and one that I know can leave indelible scars.
Two months left and then I am out the other side.
Coming to Africa soon.
Are you South African?
Thanks for your solid show of support. I appreciate it.
Walk Slow,
Wade
Jip, "Proudly South African", as the saying here goes. :)
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