OFF THE LIMOUSINE 21
... NJ/NYC ... HIKE ...
DAY6
Farewell lunch with Sunlee, who stayed a little longer to chat. He shaved his beard and looked 20 years younger. I’m afraid I have a similar condition, which I don’t want to aggravate too much. Everyone who joined in was really happy that we talked openly about so many different topics. I finally found one of my favorite Lebanese coffees, and wanted to share it with everybody and… turned out that people who used to s.c. States ‘quality’ can’t drink it. Interesting. I ate blue potatoes for the first time in my life. Sunlee was a fisherman, he knew a lot about international fish, so to speak, he found a shop in the neighborhood with fresh ones and of course we ate non-Baltic cod. He had one funny saying, if you hit 10 on his view on anything – seriously faced “Correct”. His last puzzle was “What is the most unconscious factor in a beer evaluation?” I said: “Color” and smiley Sunlee: “Correct”.
HOBOKEN NJ
It’s a Strange Amazing feeling when your whole life up to now, surrounded by a crowd of people, has been about organizing, arranging, creating, playing/acting, directing, producing, being in the spotlight, etc. And with all that experience, you step aside and, without interfering with reality, you humbly begin to look for a place, also within yourself, to converse with it. As if you were looking for a new attitude, a new life, a new blessing, to find a Wife with whom you will constantly talk and cultivate the Land of Dialogue for the rest of your life and much longer. Or, In Other Words, to help/not interfere with reality to find a MIRROR for Yourself. Such is the not-quite-loneliness of a long-distance runner anymore, on the last stretch before the finish line. Every corner of every house becomes a potential / hopeful place from which SHE will finally appear. If it’s not beautiful, what else IS.
I ate my first fast food on Willow Street: a kebab with shrimps, (pl krewewetka~bloodEweave) which wasn’t actually on the extensive list. But in the end, that’s the least of its / their problems. In this rich neighborhood/city, quite different from the previous one, not far around the corner, I found my favorite socio-invention, a public shelf for donating/exchanging books. And perhaps there would be nothing unusual about this if I hadn’t found a complement/fulfillment/extension of the birdhouse content around the next corner. I remembered that as a child we used to hunt for these used disposable “lightsabers” to cross them once, imagine the final battle between Good and Evil, and hear the wonderful clash of the clash.
And again, just around the another corner, more content that complements / fulfillments / extensions of / for the story that has begun, full of various hopes.
There were quite a few interventions that day; there must have been sparks flying from hidden places. Or from hidden persons, either.
DAY7
The curtains in the hotel was never allowed to be revealed. This could allegedly arouse the interest of residents who “might try to break into the building.” Funny, I used to sit on the stairs in the evenings, and often people passing by / returning home from work to nearby houses, made it clear that we belonged to the same neighborhood. Was it an illusion. I went to the store in the evening and saw a young black guy who, in his opinion of success, provocatively accosted/hit on a policewoman in a rude manner. It would be difficult to imagine both the success of this story and that he would get away with it. As I passed him, the boy made it clear how proud he was of himself. A little later, the similar group snorting in anticipation of a response to the provocation disappeared in the face of ordinary disregard. Ignorance is not a weakness, it is consent, observed by an invisible eye, to the fall of something / someone.
SOUTH NJ
DAY8
There is no statement or rhetorical tool more vulgar, perverse, and fascist than the sick, (un)dehumanized / distorted policy of acting / proving that America does not build / stand of/by/for IMMIGRATION. If anything is going eventually to cause another Civil War, it’s obviously this. It’s like the insistent, repeated assertion/proof of/for the existence of any American aristocracy, which is nothing more than an absurd/infantile lie. People in the US, from various backgrounds and levels, still seem to believe that their actions will always avoid consequences. And, in fact, this attitude/pressure to accept/approve is spreading/becoming increasingly contagious in the Gulf countries and the Middle East. Nothing could be further from the truth. Anyone who knows, for example, how cancer works will understand and demand JUSTICE. Those who don’t want to or can’t understand should lose their influence. They should be deprived of the tools of logic/sophistry/manipulation, operating contempt/disregard and voice. BLOOD HAS ITS PRICE.
The USA is a perfect example of how real life is deconstructed in/by Hollywood propaganda. How relativism builds a mutated, at best two-dimensional reality in the potential of 3D optics that cannot be achieved. Amazing self-deception on own regard. Those who are sad are sad.
It wasn’t so easy to find in Jersey really good coffee, In Warsaw i.e. for over 30 years, there was only one shop with good coffee ‘Semira’ and it still exists. Finally when I found it in New Jersey, turned out to be one of my favorites, and for the fun of the story, let’s say, there was only one that type. When I bought it again, I told the salesman how strange it felt when I offered it to others. The salesman was so nice that he thanked me warmly for my intentions and for the story. That’s very rare. Right next to the store, there was an artificial turf field where some children were playing soccer. One girl had more energy and determination to score a goal than all the boys put together. Her mother sat in the back and silently cheered her on. It was nice to see this relationship, efforts and goals.
Not far from the coffee shop was a Jamaican store selling my favorite exotic fruits at the best prices. Whenever I went, there were always lots of people lining up at the end of the queue.
I was taking a photo of an elderly man sleeping on outdoor stairs when a white, middle-aged man in shorts and a NY baseball cap accosted me, shouting that he knew him, that he had always lived here, and asking me what right I had to take his photo, “what I was trying to prove.” When I first replied that I wasn’t breaking any laws, he responded in a raised voice, so I had to wrap him up and disconnect to prevent him from getting even more agitated or aggressive. A fairly adequate and precisely CODED example of primitively isolated/cultivated America’s disease/mechanism, which radiates into all aspects of life/influence/relationships, including~mainly pseudo-Christian sectarianism. A constant flow of nano~particle “promise land” narcissism in the veins as/of an organ of destruction from within. Not far from this place, police officers from three cars, including a cargo, arrived to pick up one black man who had not paid his rent.
DAY9
I went to the Queens Market Cuisine Night. Culinaries from around the world set up separate stands where they prepare and offer ethnic/national delicacies at special prices, accompanied by the melodies of outdoor concerts. I sat down on the low-wall of what I guess used to be a fountain, and now is some kind of garden composition, and watched people of many different skin colors. Not so far a food truck “Ice cream” parked. To my left, a family of two children sat for the longest time / till the end. I’ve heard couple of times name Samira. To my right, a couple sat for the longest time, the male part being very curious about the origin and meaning of my rings. I told him what I could. For some reason, I didn’t feel to walk around… In fact, I didn’t take any picture.
At a certain stage, you will learn more by observing someone who uses relativism, praises flexible hidden agenda and falls over in self-admiration than someone who rides Apocalypse horses / plays well. Like director / writer watching a bad movie instead of a good one; at certain stage. The Art IS to use it wisely and not have to watch anything anymore.
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