Had a wierd memory this morning, the kind of memory that feels like I might have dreamt it, except that I know it happened. It was back when I was living in the Village, after I had quit Wanna; I spent a lot of time in my apartment, sulking and brooding. One night I poured myself some Maker's Mark and went up to my rooftop to get some air - that building has one of the most kick-ass rooftops in NYC - and I heard a commotion from across the street. I peered over and saw that there was a possibly pornographic film shoot in the top floor of the building; there were girls in robes, and tons of people milling about. However, my attention eventually focused on this one guy who was outside, sitting on the little mini-patio, chain-smoking. I remember inventing a little story about him, how he was perhaps having some unrequited-love issues with a fellow crew member, and how the reason why he was outside was a combination of shyness and a sort-of mental channelling, hoping she'd wonder where he was and would find him. Maybe that actually happened. I remember getting depressed because at least something was happening to that guy; I was merely being a voyeur, and when I got bored I had my empty apartment to return to.
If it were a dream, it would probably say a lot of things about my character at that time in my life; since it really actually happened, it says a lot more.
Editor's Note - 10:10am: Just for the record, this memory is not indicative of my current mind-state or anything like that. What happened was, this morning I was getting some coffee, and the coffee room on this floor looks out at an apartment building which has a lot of patios. The patio which was most eye-level had some sort of make-shift construction thing happening, and I thought to myself, "Hmm, I wonder if they're filming something," and suddenly that memory popped into my head.