Central Park wasn't as weighty as I had imagined. It resembled just about every city park. Dave's incessant mistake of calling it Golden Gate Park added to the normalcy. There is a horse track-esque one way loop that allows for overly fast bicycling. I often went the wrong way.
There is a small Japan, smaller than actual Japan, under Central Park. Time Square is America's highest point of advertising and technological distraction. Instead of walls, buildings are constructed of screens with provocative pants models and snack food mascots. Turning slowly in the center I try to take in the brutal coupling of boisterous retail and the throbbing hum of the subway.
Night is when New York shines. The clouds are bleached with 1930's detective mystery. Darkness exists only when you black out. Though I'm just beginning. To recall an earlier adventure in spirits, I started with margaritas. Dave and I were being guided by New York natives and Sarah, the daughter of a friend of my mom's. Next, I'm in a living room. The Living Room where bands croon and jerk because it just can't be helped. The soul in the room is maxed out. There is a one drink minimum per set. I'm too lulled by the Western infused shoegaze to buzz off the hanging waitress. These people are really living in this room.
I feel the wetness of the never-night long enough only to rouse me back to sensing. Somehow my beer snobbism is exposed and Corey has "just the place." Arrogant Bastard.
Saved by all night subways again. After walking with little direction, Dave and I found all night udon. I'm awake but I was dreaming about ramen. Udon will do. Giddy with my love for Japanese noodles and by drink I slurp up my bowl of just cooked udon with unimpaired determination. My mouth, I'd discover in less than twelve hours, had suffered nth degree burns. I pretended to taste the next day.
You have this way with words, your descriptions are both overwhelming and imperative to your writing. Sometimes I forget that this is indeed a blog about this adventure you have embarked on and not in fact the log of some fictional character in a novel. I have stood in some of the same places as you have and yet you have some how created a whole new place. You look at the world with this unadulterated insight that is so refreshing and yet completely disconcerting. you have the eyes and mind of an artist, you prove that in your post about your new shoes, you made an inanimate object the focal point of your writing and it didn't in the least bit bore me. Had that been on stage I'd say you used your prop well. Overall I've enjoyed reading your posts and I look forward to seeing more writings from you in the future whether it be in a blog or published.
ReplyDeleteI throughly enjoyed reading your blogs, you have an amazing way with words. I wish i was as talented at it as you are. You are an inspiration for those of us who are too scared to feel vulnerable to take a risk such as you have. Your risk has no doubt turned out to be worth it.
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