Rollercoaster slow

This must be the first post on Rawls & Me which I compose outdoors. My morning train was delayed into Penn Station and once there, I did not at all feel like Left Forum but rather to once again let myself be absorbed by the city. Remember those sweet moments of unlawful freedom, like back in school, when you decide to not go to class?

Instead of debating the future of the left I now intend to stroll on, maybe all the way down to Battery Park. Rollercoaster slow.