Recently I’ve been reading Patti Smith’s new book, “Year Of The Monkey.” It makes you feel like you are hanging out with her as she travels around staying in cheap motels and eating at dive cafes. After breakfast one morning, a friend took Yun and I to a small, empty bookstore on Spring Street in NYC. The 2 of them went off in search of a specific book. I wandered off on my own and ran smack into the actual Patti Smith. She was sitting all alone signing a stack of her new books. It sort of felt natural because I had spent the past few days hanging out with her in my head. I told her I was halfway through her book. She laughed and thanked me. Now I’m not sure if I did this drawing in my head or on a real piece of paper. I can’t distinguish reality anymore.
