shoreditch
in three days time
it’ll be my second monthlyvesary in london
i’m still househunting and housemate hunting
this city is filled with extremes
creativity, passion, brilliance
living harmoniously with
arrogance, delusion, hedonism
the product, the result
an economy that permeates dreamers with prevailing dreams
regardless
today i went to view a house
in the east, shoreditch to be specific
famous for its streets littered with starving artist
musicians, writers, peeking into white finished gallery windows
he said, i’ve just gotten out of a twelve year depression
when i renounced the idea of being a film maker
i lost this (he pointed) part of my brain
then four years ago, i decided i want to be an artist
i felt reborn, flagging his arms up into the air
voosh, he said
i am obliged to give him that thirty minutes of my attention
after all he poured me a cup of tea,
with a slice of apple pie which he proudly claimed to have acquired daily
for free
stupid, he said, people throw these away
my thirty minutes was up
i gave him my best wishes
not verbally
it scares the shit out of me
not him,
not the pass expired apple pie,
not the neighborhood
sometimes those extremes are exticint¡¡
Comment by empleo — February 17, 2009 @ 4:41 pm