Recently I have been thinking of getting a scanner, but amidst saving up for a weekend gateaway to another bustling city or going crazy shopping on weekends, I don't have much hope. I've been to New York twice, at least when I could vividly remember emotions and taut memories, but I still have a yearning to live there. I'm not sure if this desire is manifested by lust of the city or shining lights4ever. I tend to cling onto this memory of sunlight beaconing into the glass windows on the twenty fourth floor, or when I reach the lobby and smell the dirty, fresh air of NYC, I will crumble at the sights of the neon lights each begging for my attention.
I think hearts speak a soul like we can never replace with words.
This weekend I have done nothing. I've put off the visits to the museums, shopping, movie outings, and have just been staying home, perfecting my sandwich making/ asian styles sweet bread and I can really say I feel a sense of numbness.
