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                                                       all the things i don't do! winter is coming!

 

looking back to this strand of photos and captions, it's a bit unexciting. it's funny how a few pieces of even small-scale travel can so easily outweigh and outshine a much larger portion of local daily life. ie, many more exciting photos from a long weekend in nyc than multiple months trudging through the montony. of course, part of that is probably just the bias of new eyes vs old eyes..... new eyes take in the world differently in a new place; old eyes are glazed over and focused ahead, or down, or inward...

 

But still. Part of what i like about the Very Few Apologies series is the capturing of life as it happens. But sometimes man, sometimes, you go back through and you're like - huh - what did happen? where did the time go? And i don't even mean for that to sound like a deep depressive down swing, just an interesting observation on the days gone by, and perhaps something hinting toward a warning - the daily life doldrums add up. 

 

Anyways.....

 

We go back to nyc but now mhans resides in brooklyn what a change in scenery eh yet some things never change and those include the liquor and the running in the streets and the late night cigarettes after it all with caution long gone thrown to the wind. ft dope grains via paula's disposable camera
AH low lights but we missed the low key this time around. the place was billed as the birthday party of a friend of paula's sister or something like that - low key vibes! i fell asleep on the subway on the way over and then it started pouring rain and we took cover under an overhang, me smoking cigarettes to try to wake up. Finally after a slight reprieve in precipitation we made the dash down the block and through the door - BAM! the Lizzo anthem on, motherfuckers dancing on tables, various amounts of clothing removed. bump bump bump sweat. yeah, not quite low key. the party was isolated to the back of the place with separate smaller bar and above pictured couches, though the pictures don't capture the adjacent crowd. things happened quickly including: loud drunken agressiveness causing a punch to the face then sending a thick goblet through an interior window and glass everywhere including into paula's bra; one of the drunken perpetrators initiating drunk sarcastic "friendliness" fast approaching fighting posture with michael and myself before we through ice water on it; securing of adderal along with whisky to help get our asses off the couch before it was too late. yeah, no low key this time around, but the cookie crumbles on...

 

FUCK SPIRIT ANIMALS BUT THIS IS MINE
clean woodland lines, always nice, a simple pleasure of the world...

 

WELL, self-indulgent story-telling of self life, self images, 1. self in desert garb, vs

2. SELF IN DESERT ITSELF

the above from the delight hot springs resort in tecopa not too far outside of death valley... wine and edibles and strange solo hot spring time with strange murals on strange concrete walls come nightfall... 


FUN WITH FRIENDS NEVER ENDS

sun n moon ~~~~~~~~~ The water's the best thing and the summer's the best for it here in the MidAtlantic simply because it's warm and so it feels good and you can be on it and in it most freely. Simple pleasures of life to balance all the manic depressive introspection!!

 

OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT: READ, THINGS THAT MATTERTHEN N NOW ~ SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE! Fear & Loathing on the Campaign Trail was hilarious but also intensely cutting - the impression that watching Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas leaves doesn't do justice to the uncanny political instinct and absurdly sharp wit of Hunter S. Thompson in his prime... Don't get me wrong; this isn't a puritan I READ A BOOK AND I KNOW BETTER ARGUMENT. I fuckin love Fear & Loathing the movie. It's ingenious in its own right. But the political book, while definitely having plentiful absurdity and humor, was also shockingly sharp and poignant, and I was surprised as to how relevant many of Dr. Thompson's observations are to our current time.....

 

Well, nautical things are more straight-forward, and nature in general is fantastic antithesis to all of the absurd wrongs in our modern human anthill society.....
FISH OUTTA WATER

&
PEOPLE IN WATER

simple pleasure
this fish stayed outta water too long.....

WELL, back to nyc, cont.

 

                                                             THINGS ESCALATED QUICKLY

 

WHOOPS

 

(mostly) UNINTERRUPTED STREAM OF SIGHTS N LIGHTS :::::::::: IT'S NICE TO TAKE PHOTOS IN A NEW AREA

 

alright this place was interesting. michael being new in nyc (and admittedly it is much later now when i'm adding this caption so i've seen how things have progressed and it's amusing to think about that raw angsty energy of the first couple months that i got to experience briefly with the homie, not unlike going away to college at first, though perhaps with more confidence) we hit up some places that we had become familiar with on our brief trips there. So we went.... somewhere or another.... and then we went to rin tin tin, which is a cool iittle indoor outdoor joint in the lower east side, paris artisanal vibe without any pretention. apps and good drinks. nearby was a strange little below ground level place, so we went in and... it was pink. very pink. intriguing. pink and hip but cozy enough to not be obnoxious and pasta. being fully honest, unless we had been boldy on shrooms again or way up hi in the rollie pollie sky, we probably would not have stayed had paula not been with us. but we did, and while it wasn't necessarily something to write home about, it was good pasta and an intriguing vibe. VIVA PINK!woo!

yeah yeah alright this coyote is well known to me. home sweet home on the lower east has never failed me. simple, raw but friendly, good drinks and good dance floor, and has never been obnoxiously overcrowded when i've been there..... around 3AM we showed up and assumed it was closed because a large group was leaving, but paula had the social grace to just ask the bouncer, who cracked a joke that i can't remember and then beckoned us inside...

 

TRAVEL BACK YOUNG MAN! DAILY LIFE CALLS!
BACK TO RESIDENCE, work, home, work, home, routine, death, a path forward: INTO THE JUNGLE

I've been in a spiral cycle; these are just some of the more pleasant visual sights from it. Being trapped in a spiral cycle doesn't mean there aren't any pleasures to be had along the way. I feel two ways about that.... on the one hand I guess that's the way to do life, right, enjoy what can be enjoyed regardless of how negative the circumstances may be. On the other, it's not truly representative of all those days gone by to show a highlight reel.... though perhaps that's part of the fun of storytelling your own life, and more simply, perhaps it's just drastically more likely that you will take photographs of the better things and not of the worse, and so if the photographs are the guide of the story, the story will show the better amongst the bad....

 

HERE'S A FEW BLACK & WHITES TO CORRECT THAT BIAS: 

until next time.............

 


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