Wednesday 13 February 2013

Sketches from New York times, November 2012

PORK CHOP IS THE FIRST DOG ON EARTH I DON'T DISLIKE
JAY or MR B BELL
DINER BLUES

“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within...By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere.” 

Paul AusterCity of Glass

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