My Latest Trite Observation about Living in New York
The people who shop at the Borders at Columbus Circle are apparently some sort of fish-human hybrid.
I stopped in there just the other day to buy a copy of Karen Volkman's wonderful new book of sonnets, Nomina. It is really extraordinary, a whirling, sensuous baroque clustering of language.
The whole place was flooded with seawater. All the books were soaked. But the shoppers walked through the brine blithely, gulping the water with their flowery gills.
I tried to pay with my debit card but the computers were down, due to being submerged in saltwater. I had to pay with cash. I got the correct change.