Friday, January 28, 2011

Overheard today


Two guys with baggy pants and big headphones.
"No, son, that shit is crazy."
"It's faggot, pedophile, animal lover, mannequin lover. That's the first time I've seen that shit in my life. I mean that's an inanimate object and shit."
True story.
Meanwhile Egypt is in complete chaos. The army has pulled out to attack it's own people.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Nico


These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Max Fish


It's one of the first bars I went to and liked when I moved to New York.
After the 2008 election I went there to have a drink. There were only people there who didn't care. A drunk man explained to me that it didn't make any difference who won elections. Then he ordered another whiskey. It was sad, being there on a night when everyone else was celebrating, disillusioning. Like being awake when everyone else is sleeping. Or knowing a secret no one else knows. Perhaps in the end of the day it doesn't make a difference at all, who is ruling your country, despite our own hopeful ideals.
The last time I was in Max Fish it was packed. There was an opening of an art show. It had just been announced that they would close down the end of February and one of the bartenders told me they would paint the entire place black before they left. It made me sad to think about a world without this bar. Even though I didn't go there that often, and even though in the end it probably won't make that much of a difference. I would just go to a different bar. So would all those other people. We would all just migrate to the next best thing.
The same drunk man sat on the corner of the bar drinking, again, a whiskey. I wondered if he cared. And where he would go from here. If he would just sit there as they covered the walls in black paint. If perhaps they would mistake him for one of the stools, and paint him black with everything else. With his glass of whiskey still in his hand.