What’s that you say? My city’s beautiful? Why yes, it is.


Why do I feel so proprietary about the Met?  As if it’s mine?  As if New York is mine, as if this moment of my life in New York IS life in New York in general, or my life in general?

Well, I shall enjoy this bliss while it lasts, and try to remember it’s only a moment.  A precious, beautiful, ephemeral moment.  And that time rushes and only seems to lull.

Central Park from the tranquil Temple of Dendur


About sputnitsa

Born in the US, I grew up in Africa and the West Indies, and returned stateside in my teens. After a decade in international development, democracy work, and inclusivity training for domestic NGOs, I joined Peace Corps, and after a year, experienced my first Russian invasion. I followed that up by volunteering with refugees and youth, and after some vacation time climbing minarets and mountains, I returned to New York City, where today I work on social justice with college students, produce short films, and write.
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One Response to What’s that you say? My city’s beautiful? Why yes, it is.

  1. Yarnspnr says:

    Io Saturnalia, Sputnitsa , It seems I’ve bumped into my friendly world traveler once again. I know it’s been a few years, but since the world ends tomorrow I thought it best that I stop and say, Hey! I spent a good time catching up on your travels through your quotes and pictures. Thanks for allowing me a swim through your wondrous thoughts! It’s always a pleasure!

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