... is more like the country of Brooklyn. This city is a paradise of blossoming freedom. I have seen it with my own eyes day after day. There is magic here.
Present. I’m sitting her under a rustic bridge in the middle of Prospect Park. Trails shoot out into dense woods in every direction. I am upon a lake that ripples subtle from the vibrations. Next to me is the endless vibes created by people that radiate amongst green sprawling meadows of organic beauty (what kind of park is this?). I’m here reflecting on the past few weeks.
