It’s not important that I stay near the hospital, so I go to Chinatown alone under the hot blue sky. I’ve done some necessary shopping, but I still have plenty of time to meet Orin. While choosing the shadow of the building, I walk north on 3rd Avenue with a cane in one hand.
When I go to New York, I can’t let go of the cane that “doesn’t fall” however, this time as well, I left the cane at the cash register so was told by the customers and the cashier “Hey you! You forgot!”— they pointed at my cane (lol). Somehow, the tension and luscious self-satisfaction that I had in New York long ago disappeared already. As well as the streets that run regularly like grid, helped by my memories and habits. Singing songs, vaguely chasing thoughts, wiping sweat, and “I wonder if this is what it means to get older” becomes somewhat interesting. I want to meet my favorite friends, but the return bus is waiting.
When I was thinking about Prince Rogers Nelson, I saw “Prince Street” in front of me. Houston Street, Stanton Street, Rivington Street, and Third Avenue/Bowery. This area is a proof of my existence at that time.
The loft where I lived for awhile soon became a luxury gallery, and today I passed by after a long time, where did the gallery go? The whole building is in the middle of a renovations.
Now it is a prime location where the price is soaring. The museums, restaurants and markets are lined up, and intersect with the memories of 20 years ago. At that time, the back of the loft was covered with dense vacant lots and shrubs, and stray dogs were barking. I saw fairies several times in the loft. I thought butterflies flying in the dark loft, which was already leaking and the floor was about to collapse. What? Not the butterflies but they were little fairies! !! ?? I’ve seen it multiple times.
What I asked the fairies at that time, also all of my appreciation and feeling of gratitude to a person who was the loft owner at that time – I sewed several eccentric funny clothings for him. Now these old clothings have turned the loft owner into a Cinderella Boy. It’s like a strange novel, but it’s a real story.