those little engravements on the gold placques on the bench, those are dedications. when i worked for the central park conservancy i oversaw their implementation. $25,000 to put your name or that of a loved one on there. 110 letters. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ those are each hand made. individually. by a certain artist. fancy shmancy.
and by those are handmade i dont mean the placques, I mean the wooden benches. the wood is hand picked from natural stock, not carved. and then put together according to the artists whim. i always ate lunch on one. carpenters like wood. i generally sat by myself. except when i faked crying so that attractive and industrious young ladies in business suits would feel sad, ultimately sympathizing to the point that they overcame my less than stimulating appearance and the disgust that accompanies it, in fact, that very feature may have encouraged even more sympathy! until, at last all sympathies considered, they sat next to me, on the wooden bench. this wooden bench. dried salt on my cheeks. leaves rustling quietly above. later i would move to the spot where she sat hoping to....okay okay, now im just lying. everything up to that: true as the day was bright when i was born.
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those little engravements on the gold placques on the bench, those are dedications. when i worked for the central park conservancy i oversaw their implementation. $25,000 to put your name or that of a loved one on there. 110 letters. $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ those are each hand made. individually. by a certain artist. fancy shmancy.
and by those are handmade i dont mean the placques, I mean the wooden benches. the wood is hand picked from natural stock, not carved. and then put together according to the artists whim. i always ate lunch on one. carpenters like wood.
i generally sat by myself.
except when i faked crying so that attractive and industrious young ladies in business suits would feel sad, ultimately sympathizing to the point that they overcame my less than stimulating appearance and the disgust that accompanies it, in fact, that very feature may have encouraged even more sympathy! until, at last all sympathies considered, they sat next to me, on the wooden bench. this wooden bench. dried salt on my cheeks. leaves rustling quietly above. later i would move to the spot where she sat hoping to....okay okay, now im just lying. everything up to that: true as the day was bright when i was born.
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