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It’s nothing but darkness down there.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Loathsome, your humble narrator is nevertheless and occasionally required to put in an appearance now and then. Shattering disillusionment is what normally accompanies me, as It is my nature to fail. Hopes that I might eventually arrive at some combination of personality traits which a vast majority would find nonobjectionable are vainglorious, as I seem to have become exactly what my school instructors warned about decades ago. Sometimes, I’ll just ride the subway, and bathe in the clouds of powderized rat shit which herald their coming.

All I deserve, I suppose, as I’m all ‘effed up.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

This has been an extraordinarily busy week for me, running about the City of Brooklyn and the villages of Queens. Newtown Creek, Red Hook and the Gowanus – and even the Brooklyn Navy Yard has been on my agenda. Last night, a friend asked me to attend a reading by Tirella from his new book about the 1964 World’s Fair at the Astoria Bookshop and by the time we were discussing it at a neighborhood pub afterwards, I was actually starting to nod out.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Apologies are offered for the late post today, but even one such as myself needs to fall unconscious and wildly hallucinate for 7-8 hours periodically. Such opportunity was denied for two days in a row, wherein one caught less than 6 hours of such activity in a 48 hour period. My normal late night antics, which find me at the computer during the witching hours, were cut short by the omnipresent needs of my biology.

All too human, I fear.

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Written by Mitch Waxman

January 17, 2014 at 10:02 am

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