estrella and chorizo and all that's there for you.
We share ear buds and listen to Satie on the subway. You can barely hear a single note over that unbearable harpy that is the R train, but that's the point. Occasionally he turns and says, your mouth is the mouth of a worm. What's in your mouth, worm? I can barely hear him over the harpy's single resounding note. If you close your eyes late at night on the R train between 34th and 28th, it sort of feels like time travel.