I bet you’re wondering where my inspiration has gone.
Well, if you’re not, I sure am.
I was in the middle of reading one of Ginsberg’s letters to Kerouac when I rode the subway this afternoon. Then, the lights in the car zonked out to black. Any inkling of inspiration that hung between the lines was lost forever.
Ok, I’m being dramatic.
I pumped a lot of money into the city yesterday. In between my exploratory ventures. I walked across the Brooklyn Bridge (to Brooklyn) and back across the Manhattan Bridge (to Manhattan). This latter walk was far less majestic than the former (but remarkably much more of what I’ve been used to — walking on bridges my whole life and all). A gelato at a street fair in Little Italy, a lemonade at a stand a little farther down the street, and art. I, a New Yorker, bought art! Free publicity for http://www.kategabrielle.com/ — really, her stuff is adorable. And hilariously ingenious.
I took the subway back over to Brooklyn to street shop and get my new favorite roadside snack — street tacos from Endless Summer taco cart on Bedford Ave.
In an attempt to come full circle, after putting a bunch of cash into the city for myself, I gave a homeless man one of my last three dollars.
I used the last two dollars to pay off overdue library books.
And, see? Still no point.
