The end of fargone

Well, the initial impulse behind this blog was to try to stay sane in Fargo, North Dakota. Having accomplished that, I managed to visit London this summer and now I'm living in Brooklyn once again. So I think it's time for a new idea. A new blog. We're going to be moving to the Prospect Park-Lefferts Gardens area, so maybe the new neighborhood will inspire something.

My two week break from the restaurant is almost finished. I've eaten Thai at three different places in Brooklyn and Manhattan, drunk a lot of beer in the Read Cafe garden in Williamsburg, watched Jia Zhang-ke's "Platform", biked to P.S. 1 in Queens for an all-NYC show, and read W.G. Sebald in Central Park's Sheep Meadow.

We walk through an unfamiliar Mexico City neighborhood at dusk, past street grafitti depicting Hitler under the word "peyote". Our all-night train arrives in Vienna just after sunrise, when the bakery and newsstand are the only shops open. A small, unattended boat filled with vegetables bobs in a shadowed Venician canal.

Reading W.G. Sebald is like listening to someone else's dreams and not only being interested, but finding hidden meaning and memories of yourself.