i'm leaving

watching Happy Together again brings back memories of earlier days in san francisco. hanging out with frank and being introduced to wong kar-wai and slutty phrases in cantonese. it also brings back memories of my trip to south america, partly inspired by the movie. i remember walking to the obelisk at sunset my first night in buenos aires. everything was purple that night. the hotel maipu was old and dusty. the street outside was loud and dirty. reading james baldwin's go tell it on the mountain , i got so depressed. there was that lesion on my hip which made me think i had aids. the cruisy bathroom at the train station was jumping. i went to eva peron's grave and no i didn't cry. three drunk guys sitting by the gates of cemetery, catcalling as i walk by. i peaked in the window of the bar sur. got caught in the rain with lightning and everything, and didn't enjoy it. there was a strike, i thought i might not make it santiago. i was so lonely. it was all so much better in the movie. i want to go back and do it again, do it better.