i am reveling in a few spare moments for writing.
i am in love with this sticky city. it has wrapped itself around me and it's hard to take even a single breath.
i watch the metropolitans play and read the pure aching joy and mystery of shoeless joe, wp kinsella. they made a movie from it called field of dreams, one of my all time favorites. guess what? the book is better.
baseball as a metaphor for life, or something like that.
the jackhammer started at 7 am this morning. i kinda liked it. the noise from outside has started to feel like a rapturous urban embrace. it lulls me to sleep even as it shakes my room.
late night in washington square park, a wide-eyed junkie approached me with a crack pipe.
he said
"man, don't start with this stuff. i been on it for years."
"you want some?"
no thanks, i just came to piss in the bushes.
Jonah? Lulled to sleep by noise? This is surely not the same Jonah I know...
ReplyDeleteI'm happy that NY is treating you well. I was just thinking about how I haven't talked with you in awhile. Let's put in request for a few spare minutes for chatting.