Early in the morning, or late, late at night, rather, the stars shine most brightly. Many of these constellations drift through the night in loose formations that reconfigure according to the vagaries of social life. Most are nameless or known simply by proxy sobriquets: bartender, tattoo personality guy, sunglass girl, bodega clerk. But shine they do in the way that they might.
Would it be unfair to lump stars in the same heap as vampires? Are they not all captivating and daylight-shy?
Alternate titles for this post include: “Tattoo Personality Guy Has a Posse” and “How I Need to Stop Hanging Out In Bars Until They Close and Thinking Everybody Is So Great.”