It is amazing how the days just evaporate into absolutley nothing yet I feel like I am busy. I try to have little projects going on, somewhere to walk to every day, sometimes I walk 80 blocks. The overwhelming humanity everywhere! Last week I was waiting for a friend at the Port Authority around 5pm and was truly amazed at how many thousands of people do this commute every day. They came like a flood down the street and all went into the terminal. Occasionally I would lock eyes with someone and was hit witht he realization that they all have some drama going on. Alll the brains clicking with thoughts, plans, things... totally weird. I had to go and have a drink afterwards. I went to the Boathouse and met a very interesting guy named Boomer (!) who told me some very funny stories and then demonstrated burping which he is apparently a master of (very loud and impressive). He was larger than life and truly an original, in pink socks and Gucci loafers and had the loudest, happiest laugh, I've heard in a long time. I always meet oddball people there, it is so reassuring somehow, because I often feel like I am the only one. Sort of like a support group I guess.
I go to the Met a lot, I guess I should become a member. There are so many reassuring galleries there suitable for every mood. Sometimes the furniture is the best, sometimes the weapons and sometimes the old portraits where I am most interested in the stuff strewn around the person rather than the persons themselves. I like to think of it as representing who they were, but perhaps it is just decorative, a filler or something, but there are those items that seem so incidental. Foods, fruit, flowers, knitting, books, household stuff, children's toys, small animals etc. I love the few Balthus paintings, so obscene but yet so serene. I tried to sneak into the El Greco show (members only preview), I attached myself to a group of old ladies, but was cought after a few steps, boy these people are like hawks.
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