The only thing that can save the world is the reclaiming of the awareness of the world. – Allen Ginsberg
oct2017 New York City
“I won’t tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world’s voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!” ― Oscar Wilde
September 2017 – Budapest, Hungary.
3sep17 Timisoara, Romania
3sep17 Timisoara, Romania
Musings from the train…
One of my best ‘out of the train window’ series ever. The dark brooding sky fulfilled its promise of a rain and lightning storm later in the evening…and the spontaneous communions with smiling Romanians who spotted my camera, made this a lovely post to ponder:
2sep17 Sibiu to Timisoara, Romania 🇷🇴
31aug17. Sibiu, Romania
31aug17 Sibiu, Romania
I don’t have any idea what I’m doing or where I’m going. As my destination becomes blurrier and blurrier, my bags have to get lighter and lighter. So, I left my beloved Birkenstocks (Chicago 2015) at Kismet Dao Hostel in Brasov and caught a taxi to the train station. Bought a ticket for Sibiu and contemplated my directionless life by putting some heavy thoughts on postcards to friends and taking photographs of everything around me.
On the train I stared out the window and took more photos ~ my way of processing thoughts that I can’t put into words.
30aug17 Brasov to Sibiu, Romania
We Transylvanian nobles love not to think that our bones may be amongst the common dead. I seek not gaiety nor mirth, not the bright voluptuousness of much sunshine and sparkling waters which please the young and gay. I am no longer young; and my heart, through wearing years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken; the shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. I love the shade and the shadow, and would be alone with my thoughts when I may.” ― Bram Stoker
28aug17 Brasov, Romania
