It’s Sunday and everything is closed in Chelsea
People wait to see something they can see underground
A man’s bed is flooded from yesterday’s rain
I’m cold and a kind man wraps me in a blue igloo parachute jacket
A contrast to the strange man on Saturday who asked me if I wanted pancakes
I walk home with matcha soy milk lingering on my lips and I want more than a taste from where it came.
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- Madvillain - Supervillain Theme
- Charlotte Gainsbourg - The Operation
- Yelle - Je Veuz Te Voir
- Grizzy Bear - Fix It
- Triosk - Goodnight
I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. I liked to walk up Fifth Avenue and pick out romantic women from the crowd and imagine that in a few minutes I was going to enter into their lives, and no one would ever know or disapprove. Sometimes, in my mind, I followed them to their apartments on the corners of hidden streets, and they turned and smiled back at me before they faded through a door into warm darkness. At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others—poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner—young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. F. Scott Fitzgerald.
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3 comments:
Who offered you pancakes? The best pancakes are at the Mercer Kitchen in New York or at Bill's in Sydney. The pancakes at Bill's are ricotta hotcakes with banana and honeycomb butter. They are delicious it is like having dessert for breakfast (and would probably go with matcha milk).
A random weirdo came up to me on University Place and asked me if I wanted pancakes. I ignored him as I was not hungry at the time.
Need Matcha....
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