“Forget it, Hans. It’s Tibannopolis.”

“Chill out ears, we got this.” – this girl’s index fingers.

I’m pretty sure that when F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote this: “When bored, we took our city with a Huysmans-like perversity. An afternoon alone in our “apartment” eating olive sandwiches and drinking a quart of Bushmill’s whisky presented by Zoe Akins, then out into the freshly bewitched city, through strange doors into strange apartments with intermittent swings along in taxis through the soft nights. At last we were one with New York, pulling it after us through every portal. Even now I go into many flats with the sense that I have been there before or in the one above or below – was it the night I tried to disrobe in theScandals, or the night when (as I read with astonishment in the paper next morning) “Fitzgerald Knocks Officer This Side of Paradise”? Successful scrapping not being among my accomplishments, I tried in vain to reconstruct the sequence of events that led up to this denouement in Webster Hall. And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again,” he imagined a future New York very much like the one portrayed by the folks in this video.

Or maybe not. Who knows. He was really drunk a lot of the time.

title track: “Goop, there it is”.

thank you and goodnight.