The New York City Essay

It is truly odd that I am here where I am at.

[thenycessay]

Friday night

Friday night

I can’t sleep right now


With the fear of missing out


But they all must feel the same.

Writing and reading my words


I pity and admire
because

we are different but one person.

And I’ll say I don’t know what I want


Yet I secretly know indeed.

[thenycessay]

Meet Me at the Met 2014/4/4

We looked around the Japanese part of the Metropolitan museum, The Sackler Wing Gallery on the 2nd floor.

We chose one thing that inspired us.

I chose a nice picture of turtles and fish.

After that we wrote haiku poems in a room where we could see the Temple of Dendur.

<The Quiet Room>

We talk Da Vinci But long before Renaissance, We were the masters.

Turtles and fish swim, Behind celebrated deer. They do not shine bright.

They don’t mind at all

[thenycessay]

Meet Me at the Met 2014/3/28

Today was the first class for “Meet Me at the Met”.

We looked around the Egyptian part of the Metropolitan museum and picked one thing that inspired us. I picked a red granite tomb.

After that we sat by the Temple of Dendur, and I wrote poems:

1

A 1000 years old red granite, A tomb with all these ancient inscription. It says nothing, its mouth tightly shut down. No glass to see into, No people surrounding, Alone and shutted out.

2

I’ve been waiting for days, Weeks, months, and years.

Here inside the magnificent glass walls I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel.