just saw the harvest moon hanging low over met. ave and it was like a huge swollen pumpkin in the sky (eerie orange, i swear to god) and i wish everyone in brooklyn could see it, too, and we could have a big orgy. or harvest things. or something. i always feel like i should be doing more with myself when i look at a full moon.
last year i saw the harvest moon with huck at the dreamaway. it was chilly out (sweltering today, mid-90's) - there was a scrim of clouds across the sky, and huck told me to remember the moment and write about it some other time, which has now finally happened.
in other strange synchronicities, i ate lunch (soggy but passable chilaquiles) in this mexican diner that matt used to live under. mana's "labios compartidos" came on, creating a sort of triad of longing (matt/old life in ny, nicky/summers on the cape and mexico itself.)
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