Juno in NYC, Day 1 - The View from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn
The snow has been coming down, much like they said it would, except there's not as much of it as they said there'd be. It's not a blizzard. I'm not even sure if it's a snowstorm. It's just some snow, nothing much different than snow we've all seen before. Maybe it's supposed to come overnight?
I'm hoping for a heap that keeps me trapped in the apartment for at least the next three days. I could go for that. I have so much to eat, so many things to do here. The apartment would be so shiny by the end of the internment after I decided I had to clean every corner. Or so filthy, once I lost my mind and just started throwing trash on the floor.
Bed-Stuy is sloppy and quiet. People were walking in the streets since they were cleaner than the sidewalks and carfew began at 11pm. The few people I slushed past in the streets tonight were chatty, not eye-averting and silent like usual. "How you doing?" most asked. "Nice camera," a few said.