Haven’t had much time to write lately. Work and life have been getting in the way. I do want to note that I recently purchased one of my favorite movies of all time on DVD. American Psycho. Christian Bale is awesome as Patrick Bateman. Here is an excerpt:
I live in the American Gardens building on West 81st street – on the 11th floor. I’m 27 years old. I believe in taking care of myself. In a balanced diet and a rigorous exercise routine. In the morning if my face is a little puffy, I’ll put on an icepack while doing my stomach crunches. I can do a thousand now.
After I remove the icepack, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion. In the shower, I use a water activated gel cleanser. Then a honey-almond body scrub. And on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. Then I apply an herb-mint facial mask, which I leave on for 10 minutes while I prepare the rest of my routine. I always use an aftershave lotion, with little or no alcohol, because alcohol dries your face out and makes you look older – then moisturizer, then an anti-aging eye balm followed by a final moisturizing/protective lotion.
There is an idea of me. Some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me. Only an entity. Something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours, and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable. I simply am not there.