![]() The young man tries to remember the music the man in the club was playing but cannot. “Memory is a thicket in which you imagine you are happy to be trapped,” says the man in a hat. He ends up in a bar down the street, listening to a man in a hat hold forth on the toxicity of nostalgia. For a second, maybe even less, his life is repaired. ![]() He can see and hear inside, where there’s a man playing, an electric guitar being played. He needs to find a place, a coffee shop, a bookstore, a bar. One cold night he sets off wandering through the city and gets only ten blocks or so before he reconsiders. ![]() ![]() The young man has come north to further his education, and he’s remained on track for a few months, but then he’s derailed: by youth, by fear, by appetites, by a relationship, by a breakup. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |