New York/First Love
I was really into the comparison of love for New York to the love one feels for his/her first love. White and Didion both mentioned it, and for some reason I’m thinking Abbey did also, but that might be wrong. It seems totally accurate and I can really identify with it. Why is that though? What is it about New York that’s like a high school sweetheart, etc.?
P.S. As I’m sitting under my covers, smoking a cigarette, and listening to “Patience” by Guns N’ Roses on vinyl, I realize it could be about New York or that special someone.
lilyherman said,
January 18, 2008 at 11:21 pm
I think it’s the quiet you find at the moments when you don’t expect it. In the midst of cars smashing forward and gum exploding from people’s mouths and the metal small talk there is a pause. And it’s the same as that first time there is a silence in love, and you recognize yourself in the zoo you thought you were just visiting.
abattoir vigilante said,
January 19, 2008 at 2:47 pm
I don’t know love. There are a bunch of birds singing outside the window of my apartment. I opened the window. This is a nice morning. A good date.
finnaluv said,
January 30, 2008 at 6:35 pm
This city is coy. It gives you sideways looks that set your heart aflutter. Then it turns its back and drops you in a Lincoln Center wind tunnel. It’s a lot like that salty broad on the subway–you know the one, on the A train with the gum smack and the pack of girlfriends–she’s givin you a little lip twitch or a eye itch then she’s only readin the map behind your back, leavin you vuln’rable and ticklish.