snippets of new york

time surely does fly when you’re having fun. 

i’m back today.  we went away this weekend and spent lazy days by the beach and ate a lot of donuts.  it reinforced my daydreams of secretly moving to a little town so that i can swim in the ocean at night and work at a factory making widgets during the day.  i think as i grow older, i constantly desire a means to refine and simplify.  it’s like i tangled myself up in life moving full speed ahead, and now i want to get myself out of the mess.  to learn how to pause + think + pause again.  oh saturn’s return, you’ve been too much for me at times.  but tomorrow, i go wine-ing with my sister who’s coming to visit, so for now, i’ll put all these thoughts to rest.

the thing about the sahara desert was that it refused to be captured on camera.  no matter how many times i tried, i just couldn’t get the depth and expansiveness of it all, the endless infinite mounds of sand stretching out into the horizon.  i guess sometimes you just have to submit to nature and let all your feelings and thoughts absorb into memory.  to step outside the comforts of the third-person perspective and start living in the present moment.

i’ve been wistfully going through all my photos from morocco these last few days.  hoping to catch some of those memories i have of the colors, intricate details, crumbling walls. the sunlight filtered in a way i’ve never seen.  the most beautiful of the cities that i remember was chefchaouen - where the buildings are dipped in gradients of sky blue.  it cast powdery shadows after the sun went down, creating a tinted glow over the city at night. 

the medina in tangier, morocco

sometimes i really miss LA.  there exists an industrial, gritty texture to the cityscape that i don’t feel in sf.  its inhabitants subsist on the cultures of their microcommunities, on the smaller pods of energies vibrating within the heartbeat of one vast county.  the city isn’t for everyone - she won’t love you if you don’t love her back.  hell i don’t think she really even cares.  do what you will cuz everyone is doing their drug of choice and not judging you for it.  be it plastic surgery, alcohol, or ignorance. apathy, the almighty dollar, or suburbia.  LA will shine in spite of/or/because of its sins.  it’s refreshing to know.

the balboa theater