tales from an ordinary world

2000-02-07

The other day when we walked out of this net cafe, Haiyan saw Patrick Stewart walk down the street. I saw the back of his head, so I'm going on good faith that it wasn't just a body double or something.

Last night we went to some of the film festival stuff, which turned out to be pretty good, and afterwards wandered down to the after party sort of thing which was downstairs from the Chelsea Hotel. We sat in the corner with our drinks and watched the goings-on. It was nice, dark and fairly cosy.

I'm beginning to like it here - while walking calf-deep in a room full of talcum powder as part of a Cildo Meireles contemporary artwork, it suddenly hit me that well, yeah, I do like this place. You could walk forever, and not leave the city. The subway's real. The accents are real. The F train exists (and I got a t-shirt even). Haiyan reckons that by the end of the 3 weeks here, she won't want to leave. I'm still not sure - I think I'd be happy with any new city to explore, but I know this one will take a lot longer to sift through. We haven't even left Manhattan yet...

There's still times though, when I'm alone, that I get assaulted by things related to recent news that I shouldn't really be thinking about. I'm glad I have so much to distract me...