floral

on the cab ride home that i will enter tomorrow morning into our expense management asp, i rolled the windows down since it was kinda nice outside as we went down 9th avenue. the air smelled strongly floral, even in that upper 20s stretch of noche that normally isn't very nice. there have been two incidents of brutal violence in my neighborhood in the past week—an elderly couple and a 49-year-old man were murdered in their homes on grand street, and late saturday night a guy went on a shooting rampage on 2nd avenue, ending up in bar veloce (where jami and i had a drink a few months back) and tying people up and dousing them with kerosene before the cops stopped him, but not before he shot three people. the city is so lit up at night from the street—i think of what it must look like as you're descending to the airport. all this stuff. there's something there that gravitates some people/us to it. do they feel some of that beauty and ugliness inside themselves/us too?