My entire life. Has been amazing. I sit here with absolutely nothing though, at the moment, but flashbacks. Of this life. Of Tokyo 2003, in particular. The emotion was physical. Felt the meaning of it within. A tightening. Did you know how great it was, then? How deep their smiles were? How open their hearts were? – excerpt from my future book
Graffiti is existential ~ and nostalgic ~ and can hit you in your most vulnerable spots:
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I love a New York City (spring) evening from around 7pm onwards. The sun’s still out, the temp cools down a tad, a cool breeze hits my atmosphere and the cacophony outside decreases in frequency. The cars steadily pass my open window, the construction workers across the street wind down their days and bid farewell with all of the assurances that they’ll see each other tomorrow. Clumps of ‘chatter’ pass by intermittently on the sidewalk below. Ah, engines revving and purring in unison…
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Location: First Street Green Park , East Village
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