WALKING SLOWLY IN SUMMER The summer has been extremely stressful, juggling between school and work Has put me in really tight spots from time to time, I work really far from where I live and the commute has been in some way a mini hell. I remember when I started out, it wasn’t too bad, sitting in the train for an hour every day is a surprisingly effective way to finish that book you never thought would pick up again and I enjoy all the music, podcasts and audiobooks I fill in as I await to arrive at my stop, this was and always would be fun. But something about this monotonous act, waking up early everyday, breezing through flight of stairs, walking uphill in Brooklyn and Downhill in Manhattan, hopping into buses and jumping off trains, the repetitive, isolating, feet aching tasks I perform at work, all of it gets to me and sometime ago I paused. I got off my stop and walked down the pathway under the trees, saw a bench and sat. I cried after. I haven’t seen ...