Dec 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?
