After I excused myself from a lovely post-event dinner with colleagues last night at Union Square Cafe because I was so tired I could barely stand (lingering jetlag after returning from Japan a week ago, followed immediately by weekend with family, and now five events to oversee in six days), I elucidated my daydream per usual (est. 2003) over brekkie at Schiller's -- which might as well be called "I'm too lazy to walk to Balthazar" -- with a friend, wherein I drop out for a year of soul-searching, go to rich hippie school and take like, a six-course cycle based on Godard's Contempt or whatever. His perfect rejoinder: Well, do you really want to write a history of neon?
{Image: Tracey Emin}
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