I have little to say today and yet there is plenty going on. I’m struggling again with finding writing time. That will explain the lack of ready words for you tonight.
But I enjoy your company so I thought we could just go for a walk, a little late night constitutional before bedtime. What say you? I’ll show you around my new hood, retrace my steps over the last couple of weeks. You’ll get a real feel for the place.
Two twenty-somethings chatting over drinks, no, nothing strange about that. But look closer…
On one side of their table the collected plays of Anton Chekhov, on the other a Justin Bieber bedecked iPhone. But they seem to have so much in common.
The things you see out and about in New York City. There’s a Cat in front of Katz’s. This photo reminds me of the billboard that looms in The Great Gatsby as well as the green light…”the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.. .”
Are you good to keep going?
We lost one of our favorite cafes this week. Once Upon A Tart is now but a memory. We signed the petition in our droves but escalating rents, overruled liquor licenses, one owner’s exhaustion at fighting the city for his existence trumped great blueberry scones and a convivial meeting post.
Anyway, moving on. Don’t get too attached to anything in this town. Admire the view every time you take a walk, stop in occasionally but know that, one day, what you expect to see won’t be there.
The air has turned a little chillier at night, it’s true. September’s making its presence felt.
Or maybe you want a wee something stronger? Aye, go on, warm your cockles.
Slainte.More words can be found in my debut novel in which I take you on a colorful tour of the international fashion industry. You can buy Silk for the Feed Dogs here.