Each month, write a new collection.
we are fighting about the benefits ofcountry living outside on the patio of this cafeon a big street in hollywood.you are trying to speak softly because weare surrounded by hipsters with dogsand cellphones. you talk about the values of rural quiet, whilea garbage truck groans, screeches, slams down cansand two french guys behind me talk in their languagein loud voices that I understand exactly from the time I lived in Montpellier and eavesdroppedall the time from loneliness because you were in New York practicinglaw.they say: "this bullshit of asking how areyou? and the answer always fine don't worry don't worrybut you should worry i am so worried."and you say i am so worried people can hear us and I say no one is fucking listening. no one cares because we are old and we aren't actors and that'sthe beauty of it. we can say anything.one hipster pats another hipster's dogand the french guys are still talking about being worried. and you say you're right! and you laugh and i laughtoo becausewe can shout under this completecone of silence while the garbage truckrolls.