Tuesday, October 21, 2014

The Post Office

I stopped into the main branch on Cadman to add some priority mail tape to my package. They have NOTHING with which to cut the tape. 

I asked a clerk, "Do you have scissors?" 

And the entire line of disheveled, wild-eyed, dressed-for-winter people gasped in chorus: "You could kill yourself with scissors!" 

I suppose you could. I suppose you could kill yourself with a tape dispenser. Or the pen on a leash, with which the chorus suggested I "cut" the tape. You could die in that line.

Monday, October 20, 2014

The delivery bike we fixed a flat on, with a turquoise rosary wrapped around the bars.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

River Road

Feels like I'm coming out of a long convalescence -- though it was Ilya who was sick all week, not I. This morning at 545, I'm perched on the side of the bed, scrolling through Instagram.

Ilya: Don't look at your phone, it wakes you up.
Me: But it's TIME to wake up.

We rode, six of us -- for three of the people, it was the first time over the GWB and up River Road. Initiates. Yes, it's a cult -- a secret -- if you know it, you can go on, you can keep living in NYC. The Ranger Station - the top of my world these days, and brain hatching plans to go further. Desire and intent, are all there, waiting on some final push. 

It's 9 pm, we're home, we already been to Shake Shack where I had two burgers. I've never been so happy to ride, to work a day with Ilya, to get a power supper, and sit under a blanket pecking out a status.
 

 One of these days I'm gonna start writing again, and won't stop.

Monday, October 13, 2014

With rain, lucidity.

For eight minutes I was the last person left on earth - and sang to the trees in a cold wet voice

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

The Park at night, is the fountain of youth.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

"So how did you get into bikes?"

"Same way most girls do -- boys."

Friday, October 3, 2014

Season

Me: "I'll come visit when the season slows down."

Dad: "The season's not allowed to slow down!"