It takes a certain kind of crazy to be in NYC with no plans. But definitely it's worth a try!I confess: exploring all things visual in New York almost drove me crazy.
Seriously, it seems that the city makes me hate to love it and hate to hate it at the same time. Also, it seems that the city is a funny friend and I found myself talking to "him/her" lots of times.
"Ok NYC, you're freaking beautiful, but "man", your traffic is so noisy and confusing and your subway is definitely crazy".
Being in New York delighted me but it also challenged me at the same measure. There was so much light, noisy and so much "everything" that - believe it or not - I found myself afraid to sleep in case I missed something. My Health App said that my daily record in New York was 33km walking (and of course experiencing the city), but wait a minute: there are so many things happening down there in the Subway too. What about rooftops? Damn NYC, you confuses me!
Gradually, lights became blurs, noise became movements and movements became sounds. Suddenly I found myself looking up and down without blinking and at this time my sneaker was freaking dirty because I was just walking without worrying where to step.
My eyes was blurred and somehow it made me feel happy and privileged for having such amazing experience. Charles Bukowski once said that "you've got to have lucky in New York" and thanks God I felt so lucky. It seems that the city was guiding me to leave my comfort zone and basically I found a silence within me; a silence in the middle of the freaking noise.
Definitely, I'm telling the truth when I say I felt lucky in New York. Also, I felt the silence so deeply that words can't describe.All my friends knows that I always have lots of new stories to tell after a trip and of course it could not be different at this time, but I have to say that this city was giving me its best in this sense. There is so much to tell that I got confused but really amazed as well.
Furthermore, there are things that only happens to me and sometimes that make things dramatic but funnier too. Guess what: A fucking car just splashed me as it drove through the puddle. It was raining and freaking cold and I got completely soaked and of course dirty on the streets. "Ok NYC, I feel lucky anyway. It sounds crazy but I really believe that everything was needed somehow, even the puddle thing your prepared to me".
In short, the silence I found within me in New York made me think about every single life in the city. It made me think about stories behind every person in town.There's so much things happening at the same time in the city that sometimes it seems that there is a whole world hidden behind every window or every light at night. That's why I decided to separate (in parts) my stories from NYC.