A postcard to Jessica. One to Tina and Graham. One to Sal and Sylvie. Postcards from the imaginary into the impossible real. I don't know why I didn't visit Tina and Graham in London, but I will the next time I'm there. I will not go to Belgrade. At least I don't think so. I remember my father saying, like a film-noir private eye, Don't think you can change a man. Buda it turns out might mean something like a chimney. But Pest means nothing, certainly not stove. Buda was Attila the Hun's brother. I wonder if they got along.
"Motion Sickness," Lynne Tillman
[Damen Avenue below Division Street]
