would the lights be in our throats like "inside", or like stuck in our necks somewhere? because I was under the impression that people in new york are tight-lipped mystery men and women who never smile because they hate the feeling of air in the gaps between their teeth.
i'm not certain exactly where they'd be, but they'd undoubtedly cause no discomfort. you are right, new yorkers can't be bothered.
also, i got your message, and although it was much too late to call you back with any useful information, i developed a theory. i imagine farmer's market types would be much more laid-back about your "climb" if you reached the top with some sort of all-encompassing, hippie slogan: like "Let us all climb to a world of PEACE!" or perhaps think of one that incorporates the idea of alternative/renewable energy (coal...you know.)
anyway, i'm spent. call me, i have a car now. when you're not working.
but I don't want to politicize the whole thing... mostly, I just think it's fantastic that there's a pile of coal just sitting in the middle of this parking lot. a pile of fucking coal! I've never even seen a coalpile in my life, and yet here one is, as though the asphalt had simply risen up and started climbing towards the sun. it's either the most brilliant thing ever, or it makes my head hurt, or both.
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also, i got your message, and although it was much too late to call you back with any useful information, i developed a theory. i imagine farmer's market types would be much more laid-back about your "climb" if you reached the top with some sort of all-encompassing, hippie slogan: like "Let us all climb to a world of PEACE!" or perhaps think of one that incorporates the idea of alternative/renewable energy (coal...you know.)
anyway, i'm spent. call me, i have a car now. when you're not working.
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