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Autumn in New York

September 14, 2012

• A dog with a beagle head and a corgi body crossing in front of my apartment

• A fiddle and banjo/harmonica/bass-drum player singing Newgrass at 7:45 in the morning on my subway platform (I gave them my last dollar)

• A sign handwritten on a torn piece of corrugated cardboard and lashed to a grate on the side of my office building, just above my head, reading GOTHAM in black magic marker, as if we didn’t know

• A shiny Toyota SUV full of red-bereted Guardian Angels driving past the Morgan Library

• A mother dancing on the subway platform to entertain her young son (“Be a tree, swaying in the wind!”)

• An elevator ride with someone for whom every polite interaction is an invitation for his extended narrative.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. September 14, 2012 4:38 pm

    Gotham! Does it give you a momentary thrill, that you might be living in a fictional place?

  2. September 15, 2012 6:25 am

    It doesn’t so much feel like fictional place as a library of fictional places in which you are forever browsing and don’t get to read very much. You are always wandering into someone else’s books and never knowing how they turn out. It’s a good place for an imagination.

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