Holding and the vinyl behind glass.

This photo was taken seven years ago while walking along Newbury street in Boston. I remember having my Nikon slung over my shoulder and eating Reeces Pieces. I remember walking away from it saying to myself "I needed that." It was on a flight of stairs reflecting off a broken gate and not one person the entire time I sat there next to the stars noticed them. It was the same day I realized I needed to get out of Boston and that I had no money to do so. Anything else would be embellishing shit. You outgrow cities sometimes *LA, San Diego, Syracuse, San Fran* or its just some hunch that what you're really looking for is in another city and it's a shame when you don't have the means or balls to find it...(When in doubt, move to Vermont for a few months to find some ground with one theatre, one market, one cafe and a bay window overlooking Main street where you'll put your desk and get lost in words for a single winter. Marked as: a very very good move in regard to self-care at that time). In New York, every so often I needed some kind of sign to let me know that I was supposed to be there. It was a splotch from a graffiti mistake, an old Chinese lady calling an NYU student a "stupid yankee," a couple smiling from across benches on the subway observing things that no one else was seeing... These little tiny baby signs would always come without fail right at the time when I questioned that certain something the most. When you need that one picture to pop up in your day for whatever question you have pending, holding, making you knot up and fold into eighths, it'll come.

*What do you do to feel closer to the person you love most? There's a mix tape as yet made by two lovers who figured it all out and put in a cassette, drew images for the case, and typed out the most relevant lyrics on the inside. They ran out into the rain with a little cassette player and two headphones and listened to it immediately, meticulously. They knew they had to as there are moments in all relationships where every doubt gets intertwined into heartstrings and forces two people to find the center*