Last night at the Symposium, I felt a bit like The Man Called X.
That is to say that they all knew each other, not me, and badge notwithstanding it was difficult to get a word in edgeways, which was insignificant because no one was listening to anyone anyway, just talking uncontrollably and without any discretion or intention to actually communicate. Speaking of which, and what about that 9/11 Memorial and Museum's gift shop (!) and inevitable Danny Meyer 'comfort food-seasonal farm products-local wine and craft beer restaurant' (!!) 'that's not being done for crass and commercial reasons' (!!!) ??? I ask you.
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