Chronic City

To make up for the last post which might have taken you until now to finish reading, here's something to take up thirty seconds instead.

In the delicious seediness of the taxi I felt I'd passed tests, survived fjords, ghettos, tigers.

Because sometimes that's what transportation here is like.

(And massive thanks to the hilarious and charming Sarah Tompkins, who sent that book -- in a padded envelope that made it here in a record two weeks -- along with the fantastic new Fleet Foxes album and who most certainly did not tell me that she deserved this shout out for her efforts.)