Landed in Land of Big Apples this AM, suddenly transported into my Perfect Conventioneer status. Immediately detrained and retrained and retrained again to meander into Virgin Megastore where I acquired new Patti Smiff and Interpol, listened to over diesel-fueled French lunch at Marquet, where I sat and read and read more about copyright world and Time Out New York. Now entrenched in Parsons School of Law and Ideas Design Library, overly-flourescent and beat to crap, where I'm attempting to construct The Paper. To my immediate left a large-scale oil of an important-looking woman in yellow jacket, taupe gown, hands folded studiously in her lap. She keeps watch over these several PC's waiting for genius.
Faded beauty Love.