give us money, we are pretty
A customary diversion from the novel writing (which is, meh, minimally on track towards my 100K goal but failing as far as content goes. But I won’t allow myself to think about that as that will only make this second week harder than it already is), tourism development plans and statistics, can someone do this with me sometimes, please? We can get dolled up in fancy clothes and stand in the middle of the subway station at Union Square. Sure, we might get stabbed. Or be kicked out by the legitimate homeless in a matter of minutes. More likely we’d just be totally ignored. But think of how much fun it could be…think of it as a psychology/sociology experiment.
Yeah, this novel is fucking with my brain.