my body is tired from trekking around the city all day. i finally made my way back to astoria from the streets of the west village, from the streets of chelsea, from the long wait and ride on the L train (with domenic's roomates' girlfriend), from the blue van where I kissed Domenic goodbye as he asked if he could call me around 5pm. it is a little after 6 and i have not heard a peep. i would be pre-occupied, however I am on my way to meet Wil and the crew at wigstock. This is the last Wigstock. I plan to document it as well as I can with my still camera. In a few minutes I will leave for Chelsea Piers and hope that tonight I will be as reinvented as I have been the last few evenings. as i walked along today. i was hit by the flow of frustration...how i wanted to record everything i heard, saw. the little comments of passersby and my own stream of unstoppable consciousness as i gazed out around me. i have decided i need a Diana, a tape recorder in my pocket. Something that I can hook up to my mac and download my free thoughts. where may i find a such a devise that i might whip it out of my pocket without trouble and comment on my would for later embellishment?
i feel much richer this weekend than i have for months. the late summer vibe and the absece of responsibility is intoxicating. how i loath the forshadowing thoughts of returning home!