Sacred space: an 8x8 print on RGB photographic paper by Photomaginarium.
About living with parents, about coming home late—
“You didn’t have to stay up for me, you know.” It could be said defensively, or it could be said thankfully. Instead it is said in neither way, in fact it is not said at all. What is said instead is: “So you’re staying up?”
“Of course I do.” It could be a return volley, or it could be gentle. Instead: “Yeah, I want to finish this article I am reading.”
At 4:15 AM, with the rain just starting to come down.
I’ll take Manhattan
H: today was our walking tour of fidi
me: lololol fidi
H: from 930 til a little after 11
me: did you see (m)any exciting / interesting things?
H: i guess so
we learned a lot more about new amsterdam than i would have expected
me: but that’s the best/only reason to walking tour that area
unless, you know, you are working for a law firm that services mainly financial institutions which didnt exist until after that period
I said “lololol,” but what I meant was, “ugh.” I don’t think there is a worse abbreviation.
This city, though. You forget how much of it is just how recent.
I went on my own tour today, my grandfather’s Lower East Side. He drove my sister and me around and pointed things out: this building is where I used to live, this Chinese restaurant was a Polish cafeteria where I liked to hang out, this block was the stables where my grandfather kept his horse. Some of the structures still exist, but not nearly as many as are god-knows-how-long since gone.
An exhilarating process of decay
One of my things for this summer is floral flavors in drinks and foods, specifically, rose and violet. Violet tea, rose syrup in my cocktails, and today a rose doughnut from Doughnut Plant.