On the street, we walk, the survivors. Along side us are the workers of the fish market, in boots, jeans, t-shirts, aprons. I ask where the ferry is.
“Back in hell. Just turn around, and hang a left in the middle of hell.”
Resilience after 9-11—it’s about what happens in the mind as much as on the ground.
The layers are thick and deep in this story. Expect things to change. Often. Unexpectedly. Yet precisely the way they must. Once you know enough.
Success is a Lousy Teacher or, how success is reached by climbing a stairway built of failures
The armed troops and the ID cards are gone now, but low-flying planes are still unnerving.
a selection of Berlin street art that’s not on the wall
Street Art around NYC—Recent Finds in Brooklyn, Chinatown and Little Italy (Winter, 2019)
Popping up here, again, to show that I haven’t died. And to excuse myself by revealing the several irons I have in the fire. And playing with fire is what’s been keeping me quiet, hypnotize by the jumping flames. (Anyone who remembers me from Boy Scouts would know I’m a bit of a pyro.) Okay […]
Street art from November, 2013 in Seattle and January of 2019 in NYC. Old and new.
This is why people watch movies. Or read books. Consume anything with a story in it: