Life is not a dream 2000

To live in New York City has been an intense experience. I can say that I have lived and also died. To live and to die constantly. White dead and black dead. To die of anguish, of anxiety, of boredom, of weariness, of excesses. And to live, to reborn to each death.
I realize of the death at the moments when I remember that I am here, now. It is the reminder that my present is what I do and what I am today, and in that moment is already past.
And life is the same here and now, the ones I travel through time and space, the minutes and hours, the steps I take with my feet on the ground, in movement.