in some ways I think we are doomed

(note: wrote this over three years ago. August 2010 I think. Not sure why I didn't post it then. Photo taken in January 2013. I'm all over the place)

It was a splendid weekend out there in East Hampton, a glimpse of how the top miniscule percent live. The cars ... oh my, big, black, fuck-off cars, SUVS, oh so shiny ... the slickest ferrari I've ever seen, a khaki green with the yellow ferrari logo, shining bright. Beautiful. I couldn't help but gasp... it looked so cool. And then the stores, the designer names, Malandrino, Vavartos, the a/c billowing out like the cold air blowing from a freezer. So cold on the sidewalks in the blazing heat.

And me, because I can't help but think it, thinking, what the blady hell. Does it have to be so cold in your store that I need to bring a sweater? Are these, the top miniscule percentile, who've got to be smart to get where they got, ever going to wake up to the fact that big fuck-off engines will rise the sea to take the planet?

How can I blame them though. It must be fun. It is our addiction this. Fast cars. Cold stores. (Real. Imagined). Not just the top miniscule percentile. I would do it too ... ride in a beautiful khaki green ferrari if the passenger door was open. (yes. for sure, no question, how could I resist). Maybe they should be relegated to amusement parks, but hell, that would be no fun. Just race tracks then?

Only thoughts though, sitting on the train riding back in to Brooklyn, body soaked in sun and sand and cold, crisp atlantic ocean. Hoodie on. The train is cold too.

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