A My Private Coney project Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
The Little House That Could
You just know the two empty lots on either side will be filled with massive glass monster giants that will make that gorgeous old building look like an ingrown toe-nail.
But that little building and the bar inside it are hanging tough. Because progress may be inevitable but everybody really wants true beauty which is why everybody is always going to Italy or France or Italy or any place that looks like Italy because old stuff tells your heart its story and glass monster giants only melt your car.
MY PRIVATE CONEY presents IT WAS HER NEW YORK, the short stories that accompany the work-in-progress video and photo collection of the same name (myprivateconey.com - media link - IT WAS HER NEW YORK). The stories and the media explore the tender rubble that holds both my mother, Florence's and New York's soul as one disappears into old age and the other into gentrification. All are real observations and/or experiences with very little tall-tale telling.
Except when it makes the story better.
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