9.17.2014
9.07.2014
things that help:
sitting in the space of shaun tan,
showers,
strumming end of summertime songs on the guitar,
tech startups,
storyboarding drafts,
stretching,
shanghai restoration project & other chaotic soul-auditory pretties,
things:
listening to the heartbeat on the sheets of a bed with a pressed ear,
three types of banana bread,
a man found love & hot sex and vanished into the world with his not-so-secret secret, mid-aged mistress, leaving your sick mother and three younger siblings & all their bills & rent for someone else,
work,
work,
other work,
art,
pixel ink on white light,
the future is here.
sitting in the space of shaun tan,
showers,
strumming end of summertime songs on the guitar,
tech startups,
storyboarding drafts,
stretching,
shanghai restoration project & other chaotic soul-auditory pretties,
things:
listening to the heartbeat on the sheets of a bed with a pressed ear,
three types of banana bread,
a man found love & hot sex and vanished into the world with his not-so-secret secret, mid-aged mistress, leaving your sick mother and three younger siblings & all their bills & rent for someone else,
work,
work,
other work,
art,
pixel ink on white light,
the future is here.
8.02.2014
The set of characters.
1. Eva. At the end of her mid twenties. Greg. The man who is fascinated with her, is at the end of his mid 40's, & greying.
They see each other often, late in the evenings, til late in the night, 'til the bars close shop.
They talk. They drink, & they talk. They go for long drives, without music. They lay on the grass, on blankets, with poetry & wine, and contemplate silently, separately. They go to riverside towns. They drink on the rooftop-bars of the respectable adult society.
They toast & make friendly banter with a CNN reporter, a doctor, a wife, and a somebody else. The man is charming & polite. It looks like they're going to be bantering small idle talk all evening before dinner, so his girl, is bored, and so, charmingly & decisively, says, "Babe, there's space over by the water, let's go sit." Lovebirds, you know. And to the crowd of old boring fogies, "It was such a pleasure to meet you. Have a wonderful rest of the evening." She names their names. And then she smiles at the man, and takes his hand, and leads them away from proper society's summer-dressed folk.
They sit. He says, he thinks what she just did, was so cool. He would've never done that. He would've just gritted his teeth and bullshitted & smiled his time through hanging with these boring people.
She is secretly angry. He took her here as a surprise. Dinner reservation. She wasn't prepared & was rocking her artist black jeans, and an art print on her t-shirt. She looked practically like a young teenager about to go off to college, while he had a casual blue summer button-down. He fit right in with this aging, suburban bourgeois yacht scene. She looked right out of East Village. He liked her for the rebellion he perceived, that he highlighted & enforced by context.
They're happy anyway, strangely enough. The evening is beautiful. The city is both far away, & close.
Next week, things would be different. Next week, she would be having coffee with his ex-wife.
Next week this would be over, and they would never see each other other again.
1. Eva. At the end of her mid twenties. Greg. The man who is fascinated with her, is at the end of his mid 40's, & greying.
They see each other often, late in the evenings, til late in the night, 'til the bars close shop.
They talk. They drink, & they talk. They go for long drives, without music. They lay on the grass, on blankets, with poetry & wine, and contemplate silently, separately. They go to riverside towns. They drink on the rooftop-bars of the respectable adult society.
They toast & make friendly banter with a CNN reporter, a doctor, a wife, and a somebody else. The man is charming & polite. It looks like they're going to be bantering small idle talk all evening before dinner, so his girl, is bored, and so, charmingly & decisively, says, "Babe, there's space over by the water, let's go sit." Lovebirds, you know. And to the crowd of old boring fogies, "It was such a pleasure to meet you. Have a wonderful rest of the evening." She names their names. And then she smiles at the man, and takes his hand, and leads them away from proper society's summer-dressed folk.
They sit. He says, he thinks what she just did, was so cool. He would've never done that. He would've just gritted his teeth and bullshitted & smiled his time through hanging with these boring people.
She is secretly angry. He took her here as a surprise. Dinner reservation. She wasn't prepared & was rocking her artist black jeans, and an art print on her t-shirt. She looked practically like a young teenager about to go off to college, while he had a casual blue summer button-down. He fit right in with this aging, suburban bourgeois yacht scene. She looked right out of East Village. He liked her for the rebellion he perceived, that he highlighted & enforced by context.
They're happy anyway, strangely enough. The evening is beautiful. The city is both far away, & close.
Next week, things would be different. Next week, she would be having coffee with his ex-wife.
Next week this would be over, and they would never see each other other again.
7.25.2014
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