[i]Unsettling dreams with scenarios where Aysena has to depart and leave me all alone.
Waking up on the couch. Ays says to me, “It’s fifteen till
ten! Wake up!” I feel more rested compared to yesterday. She hops next to me on
the couch offering sweet affections – tickling my face with her long flowing
black hair – nuzzling my neck. “So sweet,” she mutters. Ten minutes go by. “I
can’t stop,” she declares. She can’t stop tending to me. I hold onto her
tightly. The rest of the apartment is empty, all the roommates gone. Just her
and I. It seems appropriate to instigate a lovemaking session right here on
this couch. Mmm...oh wonderful blessed union of souls.
Banana. Orange Juice.
We start out again on another adventure in New York. At some
point after we got off the train I navigate us in the wrong direction causing
us to ride around on our scooters longer than we should have. Semi-stressful
moments. Eventually we locate Brooklyn Mac and enjoy specialty Mac N Cheese
dishes. Then, around the corner to Peter Pan for Coffee and Donuts. It’s become
our favorite place. Sitting down at the bar stools. I drop my head for a moment
and stare off into space. She notices my brooding. Part of it has to do with
the fact that Margot has been calling and texting me non-stop. I refused to
respond because she’s acting crazy. Ays knows that she is my ex-girlfriend. She
thinks I’m thinking about her in this moment and really it’s just a combination
of things, the changes happening before my eyes.
Ays: “Do you trust me?”
We start talking about real stuff, the grit and grime of the
fact that she will be in Moscow and I will be in Virginia Beach. There seems to
be a mutual understanding of flow, and an understanding that this is a unique
relationship and should be treated as such.
At the Buffalo Exchange on Driggs Avenue perusing through
clothes and shoes. Playing dress-up is fun. We both walk out with exceptional
finds.
We traverse to Manhattan and find the big field in Central
Park. I join in on Frisbee with strangers while she fiddles on her iPad. We
play together and enjoy the beautiful atmosphere. The inevitable doom of our
separation is coming...I’m leaving her tomorrow to go back to Virginia Beach
and she’ll stay until Monday. She mentions her concern through sad faces and
cute remarks.
Ays: “I’m gonna be drinking coffee in café talking with
somebody else, I had love and it changed my life.”
It turns dark. At Times Square. Standing in the middle of a
pop culture mecca. With the light coming from all the advertisements you’d
think the sun was up. Observing all the awestruck tourists, just like us.
Picking up a few Pizza slices from a joint in Little Italy.
Grand Central Station.
Continuing on our scooters, my feet heavy and sore. Ays
loses one of her contacts and needs to borrow my glasses periodically to see.
Back in Brooklyn. I discover a small park down by the river
where we’re offered a panoramic view of the city lights in Manhattan, the
Williamsburg Bridge just five blocks away.
Down the street we meet up with Nathan and Ryan at Death By
Audio to catch a show. It’s a medium sized warehouse space packed to the brim
with Brooklyn hipsters. The bands, to which I’ve never heard of before, provide
a trippy dancy hypnotizing sound and beat – a small group modestly dancing.
Sipping on PBR’s and smoking a clove. Ays and I sit in the lounge room during
the transition of bands. She points out the narcissistic fashion trend and how
“everybody here thinks about themself.”
The show is finished. After playing a humorous game of
guessing a stranger’s name we walk out towards Bedford Avenue. I glance down at
the ground and discover a wet $20 bill plastered to the curb. All of us are
amazed. Waiting in the subway station to take the L train but there’s a delay
of about 25 minutes.
Back at the apartment. An old musician friend of Nathan and
Ryan’s is here.
Snacking on Salt n Vinegar Chips.
Nathan kindly offers his bed to Aysena and me. We accept and
call it an early night at around 2 a.m.
[i] All images
by Aysena or me.
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