So I’m experiencing my first trip to New York and in time honoured, ‘make things more difficult for myself’ manner, I have added some extra stimulus.
I was asked to speak at ‘The Museum of Morbid Anatomy’ and accepted before I realised, hey, I have no money.
A mad scramble and my first attempt at an arts funding application paid off, and an a-n travel bursary ensured that my basic costs would be covered.
Still needing to travel however on a strict budget, I found cheaper accommodation in Newark, a place my obsession with the series ‘The Wire’ inadvertently acted as preparation for.
The host of the home my companion and I are staying in was welcoming and all the basics are covered; rodent repellant plugs are scattered liberally throughout the house, there is a working fridge next to the mouldy one, and the living room has two enormous TV’s with surround sound.
My travelling companion hasn’t brought her phone so her partner contacts her via WhatsApp on my phone. She regularly receives loving and supportive texts from her beloved while my paramour occasionally sends me a London weather report and images of his Soho indulgences.
All of these details aside, the city is amazing. It’s steaming hot, I’ve managed to instinctively negotiate the subway system though still creating a chaotic adventure out of every journey, and everything is a larger than life sensory overload that is art encapsulated.