urban tranquility

I was sitting in the park last night enjoying the breeze of the North-American summer, eating peanut butter and raisins.

Urban tranquillity.

And then all of a sudden there were big black rats running all over the place.

That, I'm sure, is New York at it's best. Plus the stinking piles of trash. And dog turds on the curb.

Why do we crucify ourselves everyday?
I crucify myself,
I crucify myself every day.
tori amos

adios ayer

I consume and I eat. I entertain my guests and have a good time. I go drinking and deli hopping in East Village, I get burned at the beach. I go to work. For the first time in my life I am forced to sleep in an air conditioned room. I watch silly movies - two nights in a row now. I walk the streets and smell New York. Garbage, parks and concrete.

I do all that. But... I still don't know how to really live without you.

I know we all agree that.... love is a beautiful thing.

life in mono

You are tangled in the light shaded green from the trees outside, that seeps in the living room windows. You yourself, curled up into a ball are the light of the yellowish-warm-kind.

It's 6 am.

We are leaving...