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Monday, December 21, 2009 The past weekend: weird, slightly magical, and magically-realistic (if we use Kelly Link as our "magical realism" litmus, so, like, pretty, with fairy lights, but also dark and damn twisted) , and, to re-use an adjective already put into play here, magical.
(Apologies for the abundance of "magical", but it fits.)
The past few days:
Sunday, November 22, 2009 My first New York winter is wrecking hell on me, emotionally. I don't do well surrounded by flickering greys that smear into blackness by 5 P.M. every night. As a teenager, I used to romanticise Seasonal Affective Disorder. A lot of this has to do with the fact that my first girlfriend, the girl who was my first kiss and my first sexual experience and my first experience with loving someone being like a brick through a window constantly, would look into the distance in that way that only high school girls can (which is to say looking at absolutely nothing but making a 15 year old boy heart will with the feeling that she's staring into the future and has it all in her hands) and whisper shit like "winter's coming..." only to trail off.
(Again-only something that a teenage girl can get away with, because as women get older, their eyes lose the ability to mask truth.)
Now, though,
Friday, September 11, 2009 It's September 11 in New York, and it's cold, rainy and disgusting outside. A man shoved me arbitrarily as he was walking down Canal street this morning, and my expensive (to my pocket) Metropolitan Museum of Art umbrella was fucked like a deboned chicken hunk in the random hurricane gust that greeted me as I crossed the street to my office.
All of these, I realize, are minor issues that can ruin someone's day but that, today, are supposed to be set aside.
On the train this morning, at work today, it's like a funeral. As though everyone is mourning the death of a mutual friend I never knew.
Sunday, August 30, 2009 Dear New York:
It's been a while since we had a real conversation, hasn't it?