Recession and the City

Dancing with the Devil

I have had a number of very interesting liaisons in recent weeks and paramount are the sort of awkward dates that have come to characterize my interactions with a certain "friend". In a restrained but manipulated manner, I have carefully weaved my hand into the intrigue of attraction yet at go time there seems to be this natural reticence. I want to strike yet I am struck, time and again. I can't seem to understand the motives behind such obviously uncomfortable actions yet I can sense the fear. 

Asking an Irish to drink is like inviting the Devil to dance. There is never a beneficial outcome. Not entirely the case I would have to hope for my own sake, but the social habit of relying on drink to lubricate speech flow in the awkwardness of forced intimacy is something I am trying to squash. 

Picking up and moving - Boston

Artist's interpretation of the times