Oh, New York
No matter how loud I turn up the volume on my iPod, I still hear New York City.
Tonight, no one was really around, and I was feeling confident, so I decided to take myself out. I got dressed-up, still fairly casual, but I had real shoes on, grabbed my purse, and took the subway downtown. With no destination in mind, I ended up on 8th and Broadway, the heart of NYU. I wandered around, thinking about NYU, and decided to go to the Strand. I spent an hour playing in the $1 book racks, only to decide on 3 books. So for $3.26, I own Dorothy Alison's Cavedweller, Ecstasy Club by Douglas Rushkoff and Battle of the Sexes:The Natural History of Sex. The last book is actually about animals and sex, pictures included. I'm thinking of sending it to Kate for a sex-book collection, but I don't know. Then I went to Lex and my favorite place in the East Village...Mud. I sat there drinking mud, trying to read in te dark, only to feel frustration. It was took dark to read. The music was loud and unpleasant. And I wanted Lex to be there with me, sipping Mud. Disillusioned, I left, and came home. After an hour on 2 different subways, I am home, in my closet, called a room.
I put on my headphones, decided to listen to Stars. I turned it all the way up, but I still heard the homeless man on the train asking for money. I still heard the subway musicians. I still heard the man and woman fighting. I still heard the man try to answer his cell phone while the train was underground. I still heard the girls fighting.
Sometimes, I miss quiet.
But other times, the noise is perfect.
Tonight, I need silence.
Tonight, no one was really around, and I was feeling confident, so I decided to take myself out. I got dressed-up, still fairly casual, but I had real shoes on, grabbed my purse, and took the subway downtown. With no destination in mind, I ended up on 8th and Broadway, the heart of NYU. I wandered around, thinking about NYU, and decided to go to the Strand. I spent an hour playing in the $1 book racks, only to decide on 3 books. So for $3.26, I own Dorothy Alison's Cavedweller, Ecstasy Club by Douglas Rushkoff and Battle of the Sexes:The Natural History of Sex. The last book is actually about animals and sex, pictures included. I'm thinking of sending it to Kate for a sex-book collection, but I don't know. Then I went to Lex and my favorite place in the East Village...Mud. I sat there drinking mud, trying to read in te dark, only to feel frustration. It was took dark to read. The music was loud and unpleasant. And I wanted Lex to be there with me, sipping Mud. Disillusioned, I left, and came home. After an hour on 2 different subways, I am home, in my closet, called a room.
I put on my headphones, decided to listen to Stars. I turned it all the way up, but I still heard the homeless man on the train asking for money. I still heard the subway musicians. I still heard the man and woman fighting. I still heard the man try to answer his cell phone while the train was underground. I still heard the girls fighting.
Sometimes, I miss quiet.
But other times, the noise is perfect.
Tonight, I need silence.