There Are So Many Ways To Go

A Bit Of Theory As We Settle Down For Lunch: The Waiter's Treatment Of Kitty Is Actually A Kind Of Sandwich, With The Bottom Bread Being The Bored And Slightly Effete Way He Normally Acts With Customers, The Middle Being The Crazed And Abnormal Way He Feels Around This Famous Nineteen-year-old Girl, And The Top Bread Being His Attempt To Contain And Conceal This Alien Middle Layer With Some Mode Of Behavior That At Least Approximates The Bottom Layer Of Boredom And Effeteness That Is His Norm.

Now That Scotty Has Entered The Realm Of Myth, Everyone Wants To Own Him. And Maybe They Should. Doesn't A Myth Belong To Everyone?

We Stand There, Quiet. My Questions All Seem Wrong: How Did You Get So Old? Was It All At Once, In A Day, Or Did You Peter Out Bit By Bit? When Did You Stop Having Parties? Did Everyone Else Get Old Too, Or Was It Just You? Are Other People Still Here, Hiding In The Palm Trees Or Holding Their Breath Underwater? When Did You Last Swim Your Laps? Do Your Bones Hurt? Did You Know This Was Coming And Hide That You Knew, Or Did It Ambush You From Behind?

It Was The Hat. He Looked Sweet In The Hat. How Could A Man In A Fuzzy Blue Hat Have Used Human Bones To Pave His Roads?

Music And Time Have Such An Interesting Relationship. Music Makes Time Fall Away Like Almost Nothing Else. You Hear A Song From Another Moment Of Your Life And It Really Is Like You're Still There. That's Why The Music Of Our Youth Ends Up Being Particularly Powerful. The Coming Of Age Music That You Grab A Hold Of As The Symbol Or The Expression Of Your Independence And Hopes For The Future And Anger And Rebellion Or Whatever It Is You're Feeling Is So Powerful For The Rest Of Your Life When You Hear It.