Hanging Things Things in the Trash, Greenpoint

One night Nan Goldin took a photo of me and someone I didn't know sitting in a booth at a party. I wasn't doing anything while the person next to me had his (or was it her?) arms in the air. This weekend I saw a photo of Nan Goldin's in a magazine. Two naked people in the water making out. It accompanied an article about summer flings. This outlined string of memories and occurrences is rich with nostalgic possibilities.

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