TO KNOW ME IS TO LOVE ME

     This is the 4th time I chose to ask my Uber or cab driver to play the radio for me. 105.9 WQXR classical radio. I had gotten into a cab one night and decided against putting in my headphones. The radio was playing this classical station on a low volume. I asked the driver to turn it up and we happily listened together until I got out at my stop. I always wanted to be a late night radio show host. I love how their soothing voices announce the next song and the way they give little tid-bits about the pieces that just played.      I dreamt about this exact thought just the other day. I was alone in a dark studio, spinning around in a swivel chair, announcing the next song while sipping on a cup of coffee. Simultaneously, I was the listener in a diner on a dark corner of some unknown street. Sipping on a cup of coffee.      This morning I awoke from my third hyperreal dream this week. I tried to explain it to H as we got ready for work. Why ...

     Lazing around all day, I haven’t spoken a word since I woke up this morning. I got up from the living room floor and took a shower in the dark and around 4:30 pm. I ate a square of  chocolate  just   to feel something. Waiting for it to kick in, I generously put away the clothes I had flung around the room after arriving home from Asoko late last night.  I fit all the books lying around the house into the bookshelf then cleared off the frames from the windowsill, the one without the AC and opened up all the window to roost on the windows ledge. 5:16 pm       I tried all sorts of music to see what would resonate best with my come up but every song is was grating. I turned off the speaker and put down my phone. I heard all the sounds around me so clearly.  That of children laughing on the street, the whooshing of cars driving by, an occasional honk. I tuned into the sound of a plane flying over head and glanced up at the sky...

It’s ridiculously hot again after being in the mid 60’s all week. 4:38 pm      I stopped by Asoko before meeting up with J and B in the LES. The space is coming together. N was in the back screwing table legs onto the table tops he constructed prior. The bar he made had been installed the night before and looks beyond. A showed me the tatami and an N64 she’s planning to connect to an old analog TV. I got a tour of the newly installed bathroom and gave my opinion on the correct dimness to the lighting before leaving.      J and B were sitting outside in a corner seat at Le Dive, the setting sun was beating down upon them. They were sweating. I started to sweat. We started drinking, heavily.       Saturday in Dimes Square meant perfect people watching and shit talking. I had about three Gin & Tonics, a glass of natty wine, and topped it off with a Coke on ice with a lemon. A very regular Murray Hill type guy walked up to us and continu...

8:20 am    Impeccable morning. Sun is out. R and I are sitting on the porch having a lighthearted conversation about his grandfather. As he talked, I fixated on the reflection coming from the spoon he was using to eat rolled oats. H was in the kitchen making coffee. Sam circled, waiting for a pat on the head.    On the dock alone, I dangled my feet in the water—warm and clear. Sipping on my fourth tiny cup of coffee.  Cry, Cry  in my headphones. The wind was strong. I watched the waves roll in, sparkling with the afternoon light. The bay filled with sails. B and L had left to join the yacht club's regatta.    By 3 o’clock, I had gone from sitting at the picnic table on the porch to lying on the sofa on the porch to sitting on the dock then at the kitchen counter and now lying on the grass looking out onto the water. I could hear the waves crashing against the dock. I listened to Elvis’s version of  Harbour Lights . I watch...