
i went back to new york last weekend and loved getting lost in the city. i had lunch with su at cafe gitane, which is always good, she had baked eggs, i had a hibiscus iced tea.
walking down mott street
making my way from chinatown to soho, passed by a vegetarian dim sum that i want to try out, on one of those chinatown streets, i can never recall street names, only minor landmarks and names of stores. raised in the city i know no names no cardinal directions north south east west this means nothing to me what about the smell of industrial flushing the auto shops the mountains of tires and car parts the smell of sewage when we pull into the last stop, the last stop not because the conductor says so but because of the uhaul with the clock tower is that on the right or left or the train jerking to a stop the kind of jerking before it goes underground or the way the sun sets over shea stadium, oh yes now it's the last stop, confucius' statue my mother says, don't you know it?
a red building i love--it reminds me of the taoist association on spring street.