Sometimes when I have nothing to read I scroll thru these posts and sometimes think to myself - hey, that's not too bad, that's kind of interesting ... that photo or description of something that's happened somewhere sometime during my day - the street being always and anywhere the bearer of amusement, wisdom, novelty, presence. I live in the best town for that - everything from a to z and back again. it's all there. all here. everyday. lucky. nice. what will transpire today? I'll post tomorrow.
Bye
My old apartment is completely empty ex for an almost empty bottle of Windex. It’s been less than a week since I left it and now it’s unlocked. I like to go down and visit. There’s something strange and special about an empty apartment. Besides the echo - it evokes a number of things for me. The past, the future, quietude, melancholy, loss, Last Tango in Paris - where Brando and the young French sexpot both check out a beautiful empty apartment and I think Brando rents it and they meet there and have wild sex and he makes her promise to never say or tell him her name and vice versa and it's such a wild fantasy, two nameless people flooring it again and again for good or bad underneath a night skyway in the City of Lights.
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