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While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affoim
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Woim.

the conqueror woim

Seemingly overnight, the population of snow people in my neighborhood has exploded

I saw the trailer for the new Wuthering Heights and I’m afraid it’s Gatsby on the Moor, people.

Camper van Beethoven played at my college.
In the middle of one of their songs they seamlessly broke into a flawless rendition of Kashmir and I thought it was the greatest thing I’d ever heard

The Testament of Ann Lee, I forgot to mention, the FURNITURE

Another satisfied customer.

I asked for a refund. The theater manager didn’t argue. They were screening The Room in the big theater. It was sold out.

The tiny screen, the inferior sound system. I wonder if I would’ve liked the film as much if I’d originally seen it like this.

Went back to see Ann Lee a second time. First time I’ve done that since Mulholland Drive. Unfortunately it did not work out. They had moved it from the giant film palace room to one of the tiny theaterettes downstairs.

I deleted TikTok. Another beloved addiction gone by the wayside.

One of the regulars at my windowsill café for birds.

Ate dinner in this place, which has been there forever but I’ve never gone in. Borscht & pierogi. The highlight was a table of older east village artist types, writers & poets, musicians probably. It gave me a sense of continuity; connection to the neighborhood as it used to be. Kind of needed that.

And ugh, the trailer for the Odyssey. Terrified to see what a hash they make of it.