After dinner I headed to my dorm and realized that I was not ready to turn in for the night. I decided I might find some inspiration if I went over to the Highline. Packing my laptop and my writing notebook I headed out at about seven pm. Walking along the Highline, a relation came over me. Looking to the right, there was an army of fashionable people leaving Chelsea Piers. All of them clad in there mostly black outfits, like a flood, raging to the next show. Sitting over 10th Avenue looking north, my writing began. It was refreshing to both have the serenity of aloneness but be able to look upon the never-ending city. Cars always going, people always moving and I could sit and watch perched high above pouring my memories onto paper.
As I started to walk back to my dorm, my cousin called and asked if I wanted to film in about an hour in the very spot I had just came from. I obliged, went back to my dorm to finish a few things, and then met up with him awhile later. He filmed in various spots while we talked and it was really refreshing. Walking home, he told me about his view form his downtown apartment and I am going to get to meet some friends of his when I visit. Straight boys and a view, sounds good to me.