Sunday, April 22, 2012

Notes

Journal Excerpts

The city is a different place in each season, but what doesn't change?

Microphysically I'm a different person between  now...

and now.

I like taking a local train and watching the passengers change down each passing platform: skin color, clothing, expressions, posture, height, width.

On the top of Fort Tryon Park, boys and girls were practicing freestyle walking. Whenever the girls separated from the boys, each group behaved differently from the other. Each was quieter. The boys hurt themselves less. The girls tossed their hair less.


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