Today’s soundtrack: you talk behind my back and spend up all my bread!
Today at 4:02pm: Lunch for 50 cents, yeah man.


I took 72 pictures today. Had some errands to run in midtown and around Lincoln Center. Whenever I’m shooting random street ephemera I’m acutely aware that I look like a freakish Japanese tourist, photographing sewer grates and whatnot.

But I don’t care, and looking foreign has its benefits. Like today there were some zealots from Greenpeace recruiting up by Columbus Circle. They were accosting everyone. When they got close to me I started walking all spastically, like certain Asian foreigners, and they totally left me alone.

At night I have dark thoughts. Sometimes I even think about ending it all and moving to the Upper West Side.

I stopped to photograph this one building and for some reason I looked down. Lying in the gutter was a fish the size of a small frying pan. I looked around but there were no restaurants or fish markets anywhere on the block. It’s almost like the fish escaped out of the sewer, tried to make it to the curb and collapsed.

Shhhhh, he’s sleeping.

DivineLV’s in town so I had lunch with her and Cityglimmer. Cityglimmer lives in Jersey with a Manhattan view. DivineLV has no roommates! She says living by herself gets lonely sometimes. I told her she just needs to drink more. If I lived by myself and got lonely I would buy a few bottles of whiskey, a hunting rifle and a ski mask and just sit around to see what might happen.