Solitude
In New York City
Who says Zen isn’t possible in the streets of New York City?

Granted, the term “hustle and bustle” may have been coined with something like New York City in mind and would no doubt induce images of yellowcabs and jumbotrons, sounds of horns blaring and snippets of conversation, and smells of diesel and souvlaki, but as these photos would attest, calm emanates from within.

Whether forced or self-induced, innate or acquired, gradual or sudden, you can count on your inner calm to be your own very own oasis in this throbbing, pulsating, and phantasmagorically convulsing maelstrom that is New York City.

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Alone in a faraway land lost in the pages of a book.
Insignificance.
Awed.
Cup of joe.
Reorienting.
Hearing every word.
Keeping things flowing.
Making the call.
Sleepless in New York.
Watchful.
Far gone.
Minding the collection.
Reverent.
Word on the Street.
Close reading.
Time and space.
Transfixed.
Caring for the body.
Caring for the mind.
Sharing secrets.
Epiphany.
Missing home.
Empire’s throne.
Coffee and text breakfast.
Reading history.
The doctor is in...
...the patient is not (just kidding).
Marginalized.
Perusing.
At the cusp of knowledge.
Breadwinner.
Bliss.
Rapture.
Hopeful.
Still grinding.
Samson. (Just kidding.)
Johnny-on-the-spot.
In rhythm.
Beckoned.
Tunnel vision.
Running on caffeine.
Standing on the banks of the River Yellow.
Being there doing that.
Secure in valor.
Interlude.
Occupying Broadway.
Arriving early.
Clearing the mind.
Decrying fate.
Ready for a change.
Living for today.
Saying goodbye.
Sage.
Backpacker.
Getting nowhere.
Shackled.
Sheltered.
Trusting tomorrow.
Threadbare.
New York state of mind.
Fortitude.
Inquiring mind.
Trying to get some rest.
Blending in by standing out.
Tomorrow’s employer.
Composing.
Reflecting.
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