Hi: Yesterday I was doomscrolling (is there any other kind of scrolling to do at this point?) when I found myself through a series of lily pad hops to this blue oasis: It’s beautiful isn’t it? Two-and-a-half serene minutes of not-quite nothing. ‘Not quite’ because there is of course the cherubic Jim Harrison, a long-haired Tom McGuane swaying on a sun porch, Richard Brautigan looking inscrutable, and naturally all the beautifully humid textures of Key West, Florida in 1973: freaks on bicycles shlepping dogs in baskets, women in hot pants stumbling up Duval Street. In her
I’d take Key West in the 70s over Paris in the 20s any day, especially in November.
I’d take Key West in the 70s over Paris in the 20s any day, especially in November.