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. I've worked in international development, social justice and democracy work, and inclusivity training both domestically and overseas. I have served in Peace Corps, where I experienced my first Russian invasion, after which I volunteered with refugees and mentored youth. I vacation climbing minarets and mountains, as well as exploring theaters, museums and parks. Here in New York, I produce short films, direct short plays, and write.
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1 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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