The crowd is very exotic. The majority seems always European. It is very pleasant to hear some French in the morning, even more so in the evening-. And there are also a lot of Japanese. At least one father with a small kid maybe headed to a childcenter.
Maybe it is because of Roosevelt Island's proximity to UN. Or the risk that is associated with the tram after accident and the height that can be scary are only tolerable to Europeans. The tram is from Switzerland. I heard tram is common there.
I am so proud of myself that I got up at 6am. Another day to strive hard. But this kind of day. Gloomy, dark, excessively windy day. One has to stay home. All day She would listen to the one good album. (i want to listen to old chansons with very deep voice and unfathomable voice.) And when she gets hungry, she would eat bi-bim-bob in a big cooking bowl ( Korean mixing rice- sometimes a symbol (according to Korean soap operas) of a depressed woman when she eats it out of a big bowl uglily because when rice is mixed with all sorts of vegetables and red pepper sauce it doesn't look delicate). That would be all she would do. Sometimes you need to act according to the weather, how the day makes you feel. But, I know, who can afford that..
Days between home and library( for me, the business center of the nice apartment building), it is like how Einstein lived. My childhood-adolescence hero. Who guided half of my life. To a young girl's eyes, he was the sexist man( other than Brad Pitt). I had his famous photo with messy hair and eyes looking up above my desk. He was a womanizer and cheater. He even wrote to his daughter that women didn't leave him alone. Huhu, I would've bothered him a lot. The sexier man ever might be Jacque Derrida. But he is also dead...
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