i want to fly on an airplane and ride a subway and sleep in a hotel. i want to find a grocery and get sardines and breton crackers and candy orange slices and a yogurt i'll put in the ice bucket for breakfast with the in-room coffee and left over bretons. i want to shower in rainfall luxury or a wonky rusty boutique shower where there's a window in the shower stall. i want towels that smell of chlorine and over-drying. i want to take the stairs. i want to walk the streets. i want to travel. i want New York.