2014-08-13 1:25 p.m. sushi

at first, i was nostalgic. then i dismissed nostalgia, on the surface as sentimental, but really as an illusion, back when i was into dismissing illusions. then i allowed nostalgia back in, as a parlor game: what was i doing ten years ago on this day? it's ok. nothing is as serious as it was.

but today! in maine, at a sushi joint, the hostess of the sushi joint in the west village that i loved, the one with the artist-chef, we stared at each other and then figured it out and i got a hug and some excellent white tuna, comped! man, there is really nobody better equipped to run into a restauranteur he barely knew, years ago.