Photo ©2016 Marla Carlton, San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA
Part of a series of stream of consciousness thoughts written on Instagram. Posted on October 30, 2016, 8:03 p.m.
Walking this night in Los Angeles, cool, drizzling, quiet, makes me think of NY even though it’s nothing like New York. I think about the energy. I think about how alive I felt. I think about the crowded streets, suffocating with life. I think about the cabs flying by, their light off, their shift over. I think about when it started to rain and the need to get to the stairs of the subway entrance before it starts pouring because when it rains it pours. I think about that. The feeling of being soaked in the streets of the city. My jeans clinging to my thighs, rubbing against them even more than usual. I think about feeling dirty, wishing I could be in a hot bath but loving that gritty feeling of the streets of NY. I think about how different it is here in Los Angeles, and I realize that NYC gets in your blood in a way that LA never could. That I will never feel as alive here as I did in New York. But I know I could never go back. Because it’s different now. The city that never sleeps. It’s different now. And I can never go back. #nofilter #amwriting #writersofinstagram #writersofig #streamofconsciousness #night#streetsofla #streetsofny