The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death — however mutable man may be able to make them — our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light. – Stanley Kubrick
What’s better than a life on your own schedule, writing, and yoga during the day? FOOD. Endless amounts of it. Hatching plans over long lunches, celebrating minor victories and catching up with old friends and new, each week I find myself racing around the city, eating until I have to roll home on the subway.
1/2. Kale Salad + Cheeseburgers @ Back Forty West, Soho | 3. Delectable Chicken Panini + Kale Pesto @ Kaffe 1668, TriBeca | 4. Almond Croissant that Reminds me of Paris @ Cafe Dada, Brooklyn | 5/6/7. Rosemary Mac + Cheese, Kale + Citrus Salad, Fried Chicken @ Bubby’s, TriBeca | Creamy Pasta Pesto @ La Pizza Fresca, Flatiron | Cashew (Vegan) Mac + Cheese @ Squeeze Truck in Union Square
A month ago, a reader (Barbara R.) wondered why we never treat our hometowns as if we were visiting them for the first time. How we don’t do the sorts of things we do on holiday, but at home. This comment lingered, and since I’ve returned from my long journey, I’m making every attempt to see my city, the place in which I grew up, as if I’m encountering it for the first time. Over the next few weeks I’ll be posting photos from spots I’m rediscovering, or like The Cloisters, places I’m visiting for the first time. Here’s my attempt to fall back in love with my city all over again. I hope you’ll hop along for the ride.