The city was changing: gradually, almost imperceptibly in some ways, drastically in others. The world wasn’t as solid as it seemed when I was twelve; and that was a confusion. You spent twenty years learning how to live in the world and then it changed on you. I’d wake up some mornings and buy the newspapers and think: What the fuck is going on?
Still, every day, even here, in southern Connecticut, rubbing elbows with the elite, the wheelers & dealers…there is change. I used to drink to cope. “What are these people doing? …what am I doing, for that matter? Guess it doesn’t really matter because DRINK!”
You find other, better, newer, more effective ways to cope. One of which at present it to simply spend less time thinking about it all.