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Two years

It’s been two years since arriving in Rome. I don’t have a lot to say about that, but I thought I should acknowledge it in some way—so that’s that. Also, I wanted to share this, or keep it for myself, or something like that.

Title: I Miss Getting Lost Date: 06/28/07 I miss getting lost. I miss blending in. I miss being suspicious. I miss being a drifter with a camera in a strange town. I miss walking tough in a bad neighborhood, changing my gait and clutching my fist, becoming John Wayne for three blocks. I miss getting away with it. I miss sneaking in. I miss the infinite possibilities of Penn Station, the notion of picking up and using instinct, inspiration and a new pair of New Balance sneakers as a compass. I miss just making it. I miss being on top, and all the illusions that accompany it. I miss you, the crowd of bodies jostling for number one, the human race, the vantage enjoyed only by the vertical bi-ped, waiting in line for a ham sandwich, a bank check, a new passport. I miss feeling nervous and guilty about cops, confident their x-ray eyes could see in my pants pocket. Oh, the things I miss.

A message posted by a guy with Lou Gehrig’s disease named Patrick O’Brien for a foundation of the same name.

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