Lunch with Michael Stipe sitting five feet away.
Last day that the restaurant is open.
Lost their lease.
Out of everything Marko wanted.
Photos were taken.
SoHo architecture looming and falling down, replaced by soul-less plastic and glass.
A nice Sunday walk past Lafayette and back.
To the photography bookstore.
Little artifacts of artist's lives.
Jealous.
Motivated.
Hungry.
Quiet now.
This is Shakti.
You know who wrote the title...
BUILD.
A.
CULT.
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