process
the f train, nyc, 2003
I recall my mother recalling seeing her twin sisters engaged in a fight in which a brick was involved. This occurred beside a pond on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. The last phrase is from Frank Stanford's Battlefield Where I Moon Says I Love You.
Listening now, I note the flat affect of my delivery up to that last phrase, which may just escape. I recall a friend of mine recounting talking to Andy Warhol about going to lots of ritzy parties and observing how nobody seemed happy. Andy rejoined, putting his face in close, "Nobody is happy."