I was surrounded by beauty, but not knowing my fate. As the days wore on, and I settled into limbo-ville, I had a greater, deeper, and more profound understanding of Grey Gardens.
And listen, that was 35 years ago, when NOTHING was open (and yes, I realize that was in East Hampton), but I now fully understood why you would think a bathing suit would make a lovely hat, or think it's okay to have holes in the walls, and have cats urinating all over heirlooms. I GOT IT.
I understood how Big Edie
and Little Edie
could go from that,
I Understood. I was Grey Gardens adjacent at this point.