Sontag in Manhattan February 17th, 2010
This was the moment that I had been waiting for. Not for all of my life, hold on, I don’t wait that long for anything. Whenever I end up waiting for too long, I usually start to go ahead an enact the situation I’m waiting for in my head. If that goes on and I start becoming too self-conscious, because I’m talking to myself and people are looking at me, then I might go ahead and make finger puppets with the napkins and then walk through the situation that way. This is how some of my favorite evenings begin. I’ll suggest a restaurant from this link, and then we take it from there.
This was a night that began more interesting than usual, so I sort of figured it was going to end up changing my life. When I was leaving my apartment, there was a black dog that ran across the threshold to the outside world. The sun was just setting. There’s something about figures in the twilight, animal or human, that is somehow not quite right. You never know when it might be another figure of another sort from another world. In moments, I would see another shadow that looked like Susan Sontag come back to life, and this is when things shifted.
I didn’t think much of it on the way, although I did start to get itchy for my camera. I wanted to take pictures of the walk, the subway ride, and even the inside of the restaurant. It wasn’t because I thought it would be nice to remember this evening, but because I wanted to steal moments in time like fetish objects so that later on I could control time and space. It’s a guy thing, maybe not everyone understands. So when I was waiting, it got to the point where I was photographing the finger puppets, and the one who represented my guest began to lecture me against photography, and that was one of the nicest speeches anyone ever gave me. I don’t remember dinner. I think there was a twice-baked potato and something else.
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