Nov 2015
Lying* in my bed
--reading ...
It is November, I am in NYC
--25 pages later ...
I am standing on a street corner in Istanbul
Outside the Kybele Cafe, near Sultanahmet tram station
Two British men, Ethan and Dylan, are talking ...
Senses engaged.
Drinking in sights, sounds, smells of Istanbul.
As I can feel the excitement of this city.
Anticipating the story that is unfolding before me.
I am immersed, no longer in NYC.
Just then, a door slams, I am jolted back from Istanbul.
Back to my bedroom in NYC ...
How long have I been lost in this book?
--reading ...
It is November, I am in NYC
--25 pages later ...
I am standing on a street corner in Istanbul
Outside the Kybele Cafe, near Sultanahmet tram station
Two British men, Ethan and Dylan, are talking ...
Senses engaged.
Drinking in sights, sounds, smells of Istanbul.
As I can feel the excitement of this city.
Anticipating the story that is unfolding before me.
I am immersed, no longer in NYC.
Just then, a door slams, I am jolted back from Istanbul.
Back to my bedroom in NYC ...
How long have I been lost in this book?
