First we take Mt Eden; then we take New Lynn."
I carried out this Auckland hipster rewrite of Leonard Cohen last week, taking the train from Mt Eden to the New Lynn War Memorial Library, walking under the neon-mesh doodads of artworld favourite Gregor Kregar along the way.
Kregar's work is enjoyable (if less phallic in the flesh than in its Anthony Weiner-worthy pics) and altogether my easy journey was a relief.
I once drove around New Lynn in circles searching in vain for its library. Hot tip: the library's in the Lynnmall carpark. It's a shopper-convenient oasis of style in a desert of asphalt; its windows are beautiful but all they frame are the Golden Arches.
Still, it's peaceful. Mikey and Tahi - both 15 or thereabouts - tell me they come to the library every day because they both lost their dads recently and it gives them a place to "get away from everything" and chill. They go upstairs to the light and airy attic, where the computers have been banished to, to hang out on Facebook.