being at the park alone is quite an okay time, and i laugh inside when people ask if i'm there alone.

yes. i am here alone. and now we're in conversation.

i met:

trinity, maker of zines

photographer, designer

cooper, keeper of curly hair

student of parsons

interested in fashion and business

tyshawn,

chitown native, an artist since childhood

luigi,

master of chess, perhaps not a master

but better than me,

danny,

1800, very solid chess,

otherwise unremarkable

austin and dad,

15 and 55, it looked like,

hanging out at chess forum,

waiting for grandma to show up,

orion,

named so because of his hopeless romantic parents

who stared at the stars and then fucked,

too good looking to be hanging out alone,

interested in star wars and lcd soundsystem,

jessie

from long island,

student at pace,

girlfriend to louis

rosie

from connecticut,

design student at parsons

roommate to jessie

nicolette, gabrielle, gabe, carly,

friends of jessie and rosie,

O,

who i have known for many months. i didn't just meet her yet we're still just getting to know each other, and that disgusts me a little bit. now that i think about it, we are very close. she was beautiful tonight. less talkative than i am, less to say, but a perfect observer.