"I need a vacation."
"How about Europe?"
"Meh, it's over."
My best friend has moved away, the weather remains lame, the job market stinks. It's time for a vacation, right?
P.S. How can Europe be over??
How to become a literary, a luminary, to know and feel a sparkling flash of purpose and sense of self? In college, I dreamt of becoming a big city fish. In New York, I'm finding that everyone's a piranha.