It’s that time of year again. I throughly go through my chest of drawers and closets in my apartment to discard anything that I haven’t touched in months or looks like clutter. I think about the colors around me and immediately change the color scheme. It’s like nail polish, you choose it based on your mood. Despite the white, I wanted something bright to add to my darker mood. My love/hate relationship with New York City does this to me. It just feels right to always want to change something, since it will always be a forever changing city, I may as well change too.
