The Cool School

This Saturday in Williamsburg was like re-enacted existence. I allowed myself to remain there on the verge between the dreamt and the real; to have pancakes with maple while Tom Waits was playing, knowing that every junction holds a very different life to be led. It is unsurprising that being with different people turns you into different persons. What is worse is to find yourself changing in ways that prevent you from accessing your own personality.

Yet, at least in the past, I used to be a firm believer in the possibility to “break on through”; to find that Ekelöfian common ground deep under it all. That possibility however requires a willingness to be exposed which seems to be rare in these atheistic times. Anyhow, the sun burnt away the fog in the best Californian manner. Despite the “burn relief gel” I can still feel it in my skin. After hours in Brooklyn we went to the movies for “Cool School”, a documentary on beat generation artists in L.A. And then again remembrance but this time in a playful manner at L’Express on 249 Park Ave South.