the cheese expires today

several people around me have started to second-guess their life choices. some are shit-scared, others just fall in an apparent gray mood. it is contagious.

today, as i was sitting in the movie theatre, i wondered why i am not as scared and/or concerned as they are. i will, at some point, hopefully, face some major decisions this year, but i am not an inch near their state. have i become careless? am i too confident?

maybe i am just waiting to have all my cards on the table, and while i gather them all, i want to only enjoy the blue melancholy of this steel & concrete city, the soft rumour of the voices rushing by, attempting to cross the avenue, to get places, to eat foods and drink coffees (why is it that every time i cross a bridge, i wanna stop at the middle and look down at the cars, down at the people, down at the asphalt, down at the desperate stillness, and up at the top of the buildings, up and down?).

there's so much out there.


ps. my camera is non-functional anymore.
ps. i told my self never to write anything remotely personal on here.
ps. cae más pronto un hablador que un cojo.

fotografía: by david reynolds
for east village boys