“When you dig down deep
You lose good sleep
And it makes you
I wish some horrible hodgepodge of sounds would go off when I start my egocentric analysis. A combination of babies crying, Jimmy Buffet songs, motorcycles revving and Fran Drescher laughing…I mean, maybe then I’d stop. “Egocentric” isn’t strong enough. It’s satanic.
New York. She’s a bitch, but she’s not to blame. It was my brain. I velcroed mind and metropolis together, so when I moved away it was an illusive retreat from the inescapable.
Now of course I’m doing the sticky-crackling detachment. Understanding that they’re two things. And I owe New York an apology. I’ll be doing it in person, May 2nd-5th. We’ve been lovers, maybe now we can be friends.