Swan Room
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Swan Room is a recurring venue in the Collected Agenda archive, appearing 5 times across 5 issues between June 06, 2024 and March 06, 2026. The archive places it in contexts such as “before ducking somewhat unwelcome into Swan Room”; “Swan Room and then Pubkey and then walking through the park home”; “I go to Swan Room again. Embarrassing. I can hear the middle aged couple behind us”. It most often appears alongside Chloe Pingeon, El Salvador, Sovereign House.
Metadata
- Category: Venues
- Mention count: 5
- Issue count: 5
- First seen: June 06, 2024
- Last seen: March 06, 2026
Appears In
- [[issues/2024-06-06_collected-agenda-3_full|COLLECTED AGENDA #3]]
- Ways to be sincere.
- Everything I Wanted
- A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again
- Humanoid-Robots
Related Pages
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- Chloe Pingeon (4 shared issues)
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- El Salvador (3 shared issues)
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- Sovereign House (3 shared issues)
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- TJ Byrnes (3 shared issues)
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- Washington Square Park (3 shared issues)
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- Bronwen Lam (2 shared issues)
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- Brooklyn (2 shared issues)
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- Brooklyn Center for Theatre Research (2 shared issues)
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- Celsius (2 shared issues)
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- Chinatown (2 shared issues)
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- Chloe Pingeon’s Substack (2 shared issues)
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- Collected Agenda (2 shared issues)
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Source Context
Recovered passages from the original issue text. When the raw archive preserved outbound links inside the source passage, they are listed directly under the quote.
I’m making every effort to walk to the MuuMuu House Dasha Tao Lin Writers Life Tips reading on time, but I arrive at 7:01pm and I already can’t get in the door. I’m standing on the street for a while while my sister goes to Casetta and my friends arrive. Smoking - one cigarette, drinking: nothing, until someone offers me water because I am looking depleted. The sky is all orange because it’s sunset but lots of cloud cover. It’s the best sky color in the world, someone is saying. Remember when the whole day turned orange from the forest fires last summer, someone else is saying. I remember the bright orange sky obviously, and also that there was a plague of locusts that descended on the East River, and that Shannon and I had to run from the Brooklyn Bridge through a storm of gnats and thick red air before ducking somewhat unwelcome into Swan Room.
Swan Room and then Pubkey and then walking through the park home. I’ve been waiting for it to pour, and now it finally is.
I find details in the mundane to be more honest than confessional musings, but I’m simply so un-entertained in my recollections this week. I go to Swan Room again. Embarrassing. I can hear the middle aged couple behind us speculating on if my friends and I are over or under 25 years old. One of my friends turns around and tells them we are 24. I never would have said anything, but I am so relieved she did. I’m not sure why. Plausible deniability in the last dredges of feasible naivety, I guess. I wouldn’t want to be confused with someone who spent money I actually had at places this obvious. The couple tells us their daughter is our age and I can tell it’s not true, they probably are tourists, their daughter is probably a child, they are far too giddy, starry eyed, envious although it’s gluttonous to note that much less mull it over self-satisfied. Most lies are just said because you need something to say, common ground, malignant silence breeds animosity.
Inline links: Swan Room
Monday, June 2 I read some GirlInsides on the airtrain back from JFK who I think is just like me if I were more honest and precise about it, or maybe whom my stories would echo more precisely if I did not have this sick need to put my face all over everything. Anyways, GirlInsides was talking about how summer would bring things like long long long hair and farmers market plums eaten over the sink in underwear and writing and reading all over the place, and her ideas made me feel like I was melting and going to cry. Then I wrote what I wanted summer to bring, all - getting off the subway because it's too hot and walking in sandals sticking to my feet until i find somewhere that glows right and then its morning and we're sitting first then lying down on the terrace in sun that becomes unbearable drinking sparkling water out of glass bottles dripping it over my chest opening the door for the blast of air conditioning and to let the friends that come by in and out people floating by in and out and come and go and then at dusk i put on something green and i drink cold cider cold diet coke or spicy watermelon margarita outside at kikis in swan room away from the heat at vol de nuit with fries and garlic sauce on the roof, on my roof, in the backyards and basements and i walk out and walk everywhere when it is time to leave i leave and sometimes it is time to leave and so then I take the train and there’s the coast and then I’m putting laundry on the line in a black bikini and drinking diet coke with lemon in my black bikini and driving to the ocean down the driveway at night headlights breaking through june gloom fog and jumping off the dock where the sharks don't eat us but any summer now they could, or then it's morning and i'm sober writing in my google docs journal walking outside, writing in my greenhouse apartment in new york, writing along the overgrown pond and field and it always smells thicker there outside of boston, writing by foggy shores and rocky shores and sometimes the air becomes thick too and my dad plays dougie mclain and we make pesto pasta mozzarella chicken sausage in yellow china bowls on yellow placemats the meal gets kind of hazy through the sheen of blue hour rain coming through the window and then i'm pacing and writing down ocean drive in Miami because I can't decide where i want to be anymore and i like flashing lights i like coming back to the very nice very cold hotel that we're staying in because he's Sorry but I don't want any more apologies i want this summer to be Being very very very in love because i really have been anticipating extinction events or at least things become robotic sterile i used to think id be pretty good at both being in love like this and at not being robotic and sterile and i have become slightly above average at both these things in practice i guess though, it's nice to have the most human thing in the world, it's nice for me all the time, even then, even when it isn't for him i think it's nicer for me then it would be to not have this all the time and I don't know why i keep sabotaging the only thing i know to be true and human and so i am hoping for a summer of all that, hands pressed against the plane window greenhouse window train window glass mirror glassy water plunging my face underwater no more eb and flow. Anyways, none of that made any sense and then shock of all shocks it did eb and flow again last night. Everyone was so nice to me about my story and I wore the Nasseau, Bahamas shirt he bought for me all Life Is Better In FlipFlops and he wanted me to wear the sunglasses too, to exacerbate the bit but I thought that would be a little bit too far. He said “you know why I’m mad at you” when we got home, and I didn’t know, I had no idea actually, and so then I got sad, but the story was fiction. This is fiction too. I’m not being facetious when I say that. This isn’t even autofiction. This is literally all made up. “they seem lost and completely clueless,” he is saying now, downstairs, on the phone, he is talking about some forty year old woman and an awful charleton and some guy who does RedPill posting online and some guy he personally has a strong dislike for who has a lot of medical malpractice suits against him. Maybe he’s a genius, he is saying. I don’t know, he is saying. These people are so strange, he is saying. Tuesday, June 3 His friend rubs my head like i'm a dog or something when i walk into his stupid fake exclusive evil party that i'm not invited to and then my heart swells with rage. I'm so mad, I was telling everyone. I'm so sorry I didn't mean to say that I guess I had one too many, I was saying. I didn't have one too many, I had just right, I was telling him. I like The Sweet East, he is telling me. I like Yeats and social norms. Yes and, I say; I hope that you get everything you have ever wanted. WHAT YOU SHOULD DO Monday, June 9 A quiet night in the realm of events. Consider; dinner at The Marlton’s new restaurant Chez Nous followed by a screening of Buffalo 66 at Metrograph (10pm). I have historically liked The Marlton because it is vaguely past its prime and also a five minute walk from my apartment, and a place where no one ever tells you that you’ve stayed too long. The food at the old restaurant was terrible (so I’ve heard) (I only went for tea), but the recently refurbished Chez Nous is chic and fun and has maintained all of the hotel's original charm. The shrimp salad is very good, as is the martini. I’ll report back after my second visit (possibly tonight). Otherwise - 10pm on a Monday evening is the perfect time to see a film bar none, besides, possibly 1pm on a Friday.
Inline links: GirlInsides, https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!grTj!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2F0d8950da-492c-4aea-8f52-bfae799e190d_968x440.png, Chez Nous, https://metrograph.com/film/?vista_film_id=9999002294, recently refurbished Chez Nous, 1pm on a Friday
Appendix: Things Brandy Melville depop boatneck long sleeve dress, Zalt electrolyte zyn, Davolls tee-shirt, Angelmoon, Imperfaite, Prada boots, Monroe suede penny loafers, Frye leather riding boot Places Thai Diner, Vince’s Cobbler, The Manhattan Club, The Marlton Hotel, Tartinery, Caffe Reggio, Dr. Clark, Swan Room Read GirlInsides, The Masque of the Read Death, Fatherland (Victoria Shorr, 2026) Watch Pi (1988), The Biggest Sabotage in History (weird documentary youtube), A Place in the Sun (1951) Listen Gregarian Chants (via Health Gossip), Tango In The Night (1987), Drasticism (2026).
Inline links: Brandy Melville depop boatneck long sleeve dress, Zalt electrolyte zyn, Davolls tee-shirt, Angelmoon, Imperfaite, Prada boots, Monroe suede penny loafers, Frye leather riding boot, Thai Diner, Vince’s Cobbler, The Manhattan Club, The Marlton Hotel, Tartinery, Caffe Reggio, Dr. Clark, Swan Room, GirlInsides, The Masque of the Read Death, Fatherland, Pi, The Biggest Sabotage in History, A Place in the Sun, Gregarian Chants, Health Gossip, Tango In The Night, Drasticism
Backlinks
- A supposedly fun thing I’ll never do again
- Bronwen Lam
- [[issues/2024-06-06_collected-agenda-3_full|COLLECTED AGENDA #3]]
- David Dufour
- Everything I Wanted
- GirlInsides
- Humanoid-Robots
- Publications
- Ruby Sutton
- Venues
- Ways to be sincere.