i love autumn in new york. the fact that there are leaves waiting to fall and the snow is still quite a ways away still provide plenty of space for the season to stretch its reach. with warm weather and the occasional rain, it's a very moody feel but lovely nonetheless.

after being stiffed last night by the property management over lower east side, tonight, i made it to brooklyn heights and was floored by its feel. the promenade, the brownstone houses, the very quiet neighbourhood...you can see manhattan across the east river, but it seems like an emerald city. a mountain range of glass and concrete where three bridges extended themselves like they could draw back at any given moment, like fingers curling back to the hand. (although why i keep thinking brooklyn is long island's outboard motor is beyond me. could we escape mainland america at a moment's notice?)

as apartments go, it's cozy, nice, a deceptively beguiling view out the sidewindow to the tops of other houses, trees and the southern sky. i have to leave the hotel soon, and it's getting time to identify my belongings again. (that and i think triumph is in the next room: i hear barking and smell cigars nonstop now.) i've gotten to know the entire kips bay area quite well now, but i'll be back to visit. i'm in this metropolis for a few years, so i promised.

meanwhile, i finished reading irvine welsh's porno and i've been really letting beth gibbons' album start to creep into my soul, although i'll follow whimsy and start getting all criminal vice city style shortly. i should really sleep though; i'm start to get a wicked headache from my many late nights going all metageeky.

behave yrselves.