Avenue B

What happened was a blur. A needle in the shoulder and one of my favourite songs in the world appeared in words I could see.

Maybe I just do it because I enjoy the quietness that it entails. Actually, I think that has a lot to do with it. I get to sit next to the harbour, I get to stand near the museum steps, all the time as if it was still 5.30 in the morning.

Like I said before, it’s not that I’m misanthropic or anything like that, but I really can’t help it if I enjoy being alone more than most people do. It's because, when I'm standing outside by myself, I can hear Stan Getz, I can hear the Limehouse Blues...and I don't mind that at all. I feel Under Control.

And the first time I saw a Robert Doisneau photograph, it was fucking amazing. It really was. So naturally, when after a year, I found myself sitting in front of a wall of his images, I was absolutely dumbfounded. It was so great, I didn't want to share it with anyone else. I turned off my cell phone immediately and waited for the sky to turn gray.

I'm just way too tired.

(Empty chairs at empty tables)