Sunset: 4:28pm. I encountered an exciting holiday scene this afternoon.
New York City. Sunset at 4:28pm, and a new supermoon is on its way. Over the next two weeks, I’ll look at the city more closely, hoping to etch its jangle and hum into a well-worn memory.
New York City. Sunset: 4:29pm. Cloudy skies and temperatures holding steady in the forties.
Sunset: 4:35pm. Tonight the moon is full. “When you do something, you should burn yourself completely, like a good bonfire, leaving no trace of yourself.”
I was heaving and hauling myself across 85th Street when something clicked.
New York City. Sunset: 4:39pm. A waxing gibbous moon. Returning to the nostalgic music of my youth.
Sunset 4:43pm. Before I left her, she asked, “Have you noticed how much evil fuckery there is in the world lately?”
Sunset: 4:44pm. Last night the clocks fell back an hour, and it’s my favorite moment of the year because we create more night.
Sunset: 5:47pm. There’s a new supermoon tonight. Embrace speed. Groove on distraction. Let everything get garbled and weird.
Sunset: 5:51pm. Partly cloudy in New York with a high of 60 degrees and lows dipping into the 40s at last. Now begins my favorite season.
Sunset: 5:52pm. A waning crescent moon on Halloween with a high of 64 degrees. I think I’ve had enough input. Enough inspiration.
Twentynine Palms. Sunset: 6:00pm. I heard about a woman who can tell you the future by deciphering the contrails of experimental military aircraft.
