ghosts, and then some.
Nov 25, 2006* -- Self-Portrait, New York City.
I'd be lying if I said it doesn't feel weird to be packing for New York, but it does. Maybe because all the other times I've gone, I've mostly been of the mind to "escape"* -- whatever appropriate definition applies to that word. New York is an interesting place, at once a former lover and similarly not someone I'd want to write off entirely. It could be because I'm in the midst of finishing up projects, that it feels like more of an interjection this time, than say, a lunch break.
Still, it's the old familiar faces from all those other trips that I'm looking forward to seeing again. I was looking for answers the last time I was in town, a few months ago. It seems to be a place I constantly return to, to demand answers from. Now, it's not so much a question rather than an ellipses, sometimes with an exclamation point or two. The city will always remind me of what I thought my life would have turned out like had I not taken the road not taken, but I don't regret any of it. So here's to that, and to catching up with familiar faces, and to shooting, shooting, shooting.