Mar 12, 2023Liked by Incompatibility of Being Alive
one hates to say "that first sentence is outstanding" as if the rest of this passionate nostalgic considered paean fell off somehow like a fallen leaf in a wayward NYC pond...Boston was always the "city" that held my dreams?heart but this description is so great because in its brevity while holding density dear it allows others to remember, to see how it can be done to cherish good memory.....NYC is what i once as a callow (younger!) carpenter in Northern VT. titled a weekly humour column with parentheses "Not Your Catastrophe" as i felt blessed to be removed from its thrumming mass of humanity, cocky in the rural peace of mind which had formed scar tissue around the brief lifetime of association there...i'd go on in that vein but most important this: throwing in Pere LaChaise into mix you open up for others again the door and i had wandered at night too with knapsack a 24 year old drifter that same vast redolent with history/names cemetery with intention of finding his gravesite
and never found it but in some decrepit building a bulb hanging from kitchen ceiling of modest apartment conversed briefly with occupants in vague sign language, and beyond us the city, another one, lay sleeping in its own character......thanks.
Mar 11, 2023Liked by Incompatibility of Being Alive
I spent a lot of time in New York too. Never lived there, but I have a lot of great memories. Beautiful place, full of energy like nowhere else in the world. ❤️
one hates to say "that first sentence is outstanding" as if the rest of this passionate nostalgic considered paean fell off somehow like a fallen leaf in a wayward NYC pond...Boston was always the "city" that held my dreams?heart but this description is so great because in its brevity while holding density dear it allows others to remember, to see how it can be done to cherish good memory.....NYC is what i once as a callow (younger!) carpenter in Northern VT. titled a weekly humour column with parentheses "Not Your Catastrophe" as i felt blessed to be removed from its thrumming mass of humanity, cocky in the rural peace of mind which had formed scar tissue around the brief lifetime of association there...i'd go on in that vein but most important this: throwing in Pere LaChaise into mix you open up for others again the door and i had wandered at night too with knapsack a 24 year old drifter that same vast redolent with history/names cemetery with intention of finding his gravesite
and never found it but in some decrepit building a bulb hanging from kitchen ceiling of modest apartment conversed briefly with occupants in vague sign language, and beyond us the city, another one, lay sleeping in its own character......thanks.
I spent a lot of time in New York too. Never lived there, but I have a lot of great memories. Beautiful place, full of energy like nowhere else in the world. ❤️