I took a walk because I was uninspired and feeling annoyed about it. I went to Janoff's, which is a great stationery and art supply store, and bought a little notebook and a pen there. This notebook is going to be used exclusively for my new project, which is a series of thirty very short stories or essays (or maybe half will be stories and half essays). I'm stalled on that project currently and mad about this. Then I went into Milano Market and did not buy anything, but I fantasized about someday buying a lot of different things that they sell there, such as the imported provolone that hangs from ropes, and the chicken parm sandwiches on soft bread that looks a lot like challah bread, each with a sundried tomato on top held in place with a toothpick, a hot tray of which I saw a guy carry out from the cellar right in front of me.
Then I walked further uptown, up Broadway, until I veered east to Amsterdam at 120th because I had decided I wanted something from Cafe Fresh. I saw a young blonde preppie woman in a black fleece jacket walking the opposite way. She noticed her shoe was untied. To tie it, she lifted her leg up and rested the sole of her sneaker on the side of a building. To me this looked ridiculous and ostentatious. I remarked to myself, "Of course, she's too good to kneel down to tie her shoe. To stoop? To tie her shoe? Oh, she'd never!" and I said other things like this to myself, until I laughed and felt better. And now I still feel a little better about my life and my writing, and all that.