I always feel the need to repeat to myself a list of facts that prove I once lived a purposeful life in New York.
1. Yoga with Anastasia (Anna-sta-See-a). Just now a Radiohead song was playing that reminded me of her unorthodox playlists..."Motion Picture Soundtrack" from Kid A. I'll just skip over the part about a classmate blatantly running away from me when I turned to say hi at the end of a session.
2. Rehabilitation for my broken foot. While cleaning up a pile of old papers I found the guidelines for exercises as well as receipts for sessions. Not far from the Mandarin where the Twilight guy said he stayed while in town.
3...I can only think of two right now. But they prove I once had a very different life.
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