NY Fuse
By Charlie. Filed in Travel |
The most elemental proposition that I would have offered, given half the chance, would surely have involved bacalau at some point, because an evening isn’t right without it. Or so I’ve heard it said. But this evening was one for resisting the resisters and the temperatures were not quite into warm yet, but spring was close. It was as close as the invisible elevators waiting around every corner.
Following a surreal impulse to capture the sense of sleep in the waking dream this life just might be, we take a smashing vacation , visiting the city where surrealism is second nature.
They do seem to understand it here, or maybe it’s just that we feel more understood here because we are wrapped in bacon. That’s lunch times only, naturally, and our hair continues to make statements for us. Styles come and go, but we’ve tapped these because we know why we like to move like cats. It’s not enough to just be the cat.
Sometimes we waIt for the new location , because some restaurants in New York just speak their own truth perfectly. French and Portuguese are the languages of choice in this part of the century, and we are all headed home. Home is this bliss, this perfect bliss where the gorgeous delights are gorgeously delighting and no one has to wonder about our own place except for us.
We can move into the night, because samba , like feathers, just suits us, and suddenly we’re joined. We’re being joined by all of our old friends, because it always seems to happen that way when we are here, in this city where all the residents know of so many times that were so much better than this one. In New York, however, like in Brazil, this one right here, this time here, will have to do, it will simply have to do.
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