I posted this a year ago, but it feels like a good time to revisit. This is what i was doing five years ago today. At the time it was kind of unremarkable, just like any afternoon, but looking back it was one of those magical days where everything happened in the right way, everything fell into place without effort, a quiet flow from adventure to adventure. I remember waking up in chaise lounge poolside in Montauk without a plan and ending up in some weird penthouse on Water St that belonged to a doctor who was out of the country, catching a 4am train through Queens on my way to JFK, but somewhere after walking down Prince St. to see what L.A. expatriates I might bump into in front of Cafe Habana, before meeting up with this cute violinist I was absolutely in love with in a bunker under a bar in LES, I found myself on a rooftop above the Brooklyn Bridge with Apple. I got more accomplished that afternoon on a roof overlooking the East River than i did in all of 2020. But it didn’t feel like anything at the time. Life is funny like that.