touch my ennui*

*tales of commuting through life and new york city

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humansofnewyork:

"What do you miss most about Brazil?""I’m not sure how to say in English. Can I email you?""Just try.""In Brazil. My people. Money or no money. Still happy."

humansofnewyork:

"What do you miss most about Brazil?"
"I’m not sure how to say in English. Can I email you?"
"Just try."
"In Brazil. My people. Money or no money. Still happy."

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humansofnewyork:

"I can walk this bucket all the way around the car without getting down. You ever seen a man wash the entire top of a car without getting off his bucket? That’s right. I didn’t think so."

humansofnewyork:

"I can walk this bucket all the way around the car without getting down. You ever seen a man wash the entire top of a car without getting off his bucket? That’s right. I didn’t think so."

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Today in Fun With NYC Weather we get to pretend we’re living in the Pacific Northwest in March. Unless you happen to be on the subway, in which case you get to experience all of the humidity of a rain forest without any of the forest. I rode in an un-air conditioned car today that was eerily reminiscent of my Aunt Lenny’s moldy sweater closet. Who needs a vacation when I can travel around the country (and time) right here.

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The Sunday Morning Moment when you realize that absolutely everything except exercise and outside activity have consumed you (or been consumed). 

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In anticipation of my return to work full-time after 6 weeks of gentle healing, I assumed the commuter-position on the bus this morning and was welcomed back with a shove (That teenager definitely needed to get on the bus before me and certainly before the elderly woman standing - precariously- next to me); and later in the ride, with a rhythmic tapping on my head by a woman in headphones who mistook my head for, well, a drum.

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Imaginary shampoo job

Not sure about you, but generally I don’t feel relaxed when someone is whispering at me while pretending to wash my hair. The feeling is more like mortal terror.