city...
Speaking of the city, I was riding around the other day, and had another one of those moments, where I saw something that caught me. I took this photo:
Speaking of the city, I was riding around the other day, and had another one of those moments, where I saw something that caught me. I took this photo:
“Walk tall, kick ass, learn to speak arabic, love music, and never forget you come from a long line of truth seekers, lovers, and warriors."
and the madness continues… it’s not in the world, as I told my friends, but damn it’s a good time.
well, not my neighborhodd, but the one I was staying in… I conceived a big typology type project while I was there. All the cemeteries of New Orleans. Of course, I’d have to live there… if the city doesn’t sink before I get the chance to move there, that is. It’d be a couple years. When I’m looking to semi-retire or something. or when I get a wild hair and have to light out. Although, as my local friends advised me, it’d be easier if I picked a subset to look at. I could spend a long time looking at these angels, for example.
Yeah, this night was pretty freakin awesome. My first tattoo and a lot of fireworks and drinking champagne etc etc etc. Auspicious. Suspicious. Something like that.