for you
While I was trekking back to town from Australia, I tended to mention what New York City tastes like or smells like or sounds like. This morning, New York City looked like a sealed envelope labeled "For you", hanging from a tree branch in Central Park. Inside of the envelope? A poem by Fernardo Pessoa. I was with my lover when he initially spotted an orange envelope addressing anyone / everyone / all of us. Before we had enough time to talk...