Possibly because marathon training requires a certain pacing and discipline, both the summer heat and the city feel relentless, and slightly oppressive. My wife and I are planning a trip out to Oregon, partly stemming out of our discussion that the value system prevalent in our version of New York City feels out of whack with our own sensibilities, and to visit her friends that have left to put their roots down elsewhere. Maybe that is out of our lack of experiencing the full spectrum of New Yorkers too. We had a visitor earlier this year, and she had mentioned that "You know, this only exists in New York City, it exists nowhere else." It was an observation that struck a chord - both good and bad; the uniqueness of the city and the diversity of experiences that it offers, along with all its excesses, seemingly needless and ersatz. This is all I ever wanted to call my home, but I don't know if this is all that I need, as the song goes.
Summer salt - Abominable snowman.
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