Operative Jack Cazir took Laura Hallman’s story for a lengthy journey into the city for Valentine’s Day. Delivered to you, from the man himself (who, incidentally, has an article over at Thought Catalog about means to avoid similar situations in your own lifeliness.) Here goes, a solo love riot (words by Jack):
If I had a Valentine I’d buy her flowers and things with hearts and we’d eat at Momofuku and I wouldn’t sit alone.
If I had a Valentine we’d walk the High Line and maybe hold hands here.
If I had a Valentine I’d shield her eyes.
I thought maybe I could find my Valentine in Times Square.
But this woman seemed more into Laura Hallman than me, which is fair.
I thought this Modigliani could maybe be my Valentine but she didn’t hardly even move.
Neither did this girl.
If I had a Valentine she’d explain Abstract art to me.
And remind me not to stand in front of the pictures.
If I had a Valentine she’d ignore all of this shit.
And put up with this shit.
…and I wouldn’t be so lonely.
We love you, Jack.
More to come.