Left Brooklyn Public Library at around 1P.M. Found Vanderbuilt, walked down it---right past the hummus place fell hard on my hands and knees---blood everywhere---well not everywhere, but all over the left pinky and mostly left hand. Still continued on down Vanderbuilt, not wanting to stop until I had reached Outpost--that quirky hang-out place on Fulton near Irving. Stayed there a while---one of the baristas was extremely nice to me---gave me a bandaid, did not talk to anyone, then left, had to determine if it was time to return to the apartment.
Stood for many moments outside Outpost, just staring at the space facing north and on the nearby blocks, also facing north. Still an amazing no-man's land---not quite gentrified, yet still you can see the old street people inhabiting their spaces. Finally I walked to C train, retuned home to west side, until leaving for Williamsburg for the evening. Lots of people I knew, there, Nadia, Jasper, Adam, Scott. Sloane, et.al.
Today, doing fine until I read about Dan Doctoroff, then anger---anyway, now it is on to the Robbins exhibit at Lincoln Center Library.
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