i LOVE the eagle cam
it’s just so
it gives a sense of order to my life
in a way
it’s almost midnight in new york
it’s night time
in Decorah, Iowa, the eagle is sleeping in its nest.
like. As it fucking should be.
On my way through the chaos of the Financial District, headed to the studio, I stumble across a place to quietly contemplate all of our mortality. Other times in which I contemplate my mortality are: on the subway, when the subway is somehow suddenly SO BROKEN and I am wasting whole decades waiting for it to arrive, when there are crazy people yelling at me, when there are crazy people yelling at each other.
Sometimes your driver’s license mysteriously vanishes, and you can only imagine that it is at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean, or buried in the sands of SF’s nudist septagenarian biker beach. And then you must approach TSA somewhat in the manner that a lost explorer might approach a pride of giant bear-lions. First use your charm, then use THE POWERS OF DISTRACTION.
me: they’re letting me on the plane anyway?
A: HOW IS THAT?
me: i just started flinging fistfuls of IDs at them
(Juilliard, credit card, metrocard)
like, ID after ID,
then random pieces of paper
receipts, grocery lists, love letters
and they were at first utterly unimpressed
but then they were flattened into submission.
A: I have no words.
me: I am a disaster.
And now I am boarding my plane.
This happened, while listening to the same song on loop for several hours. Good morning, San Francisco. You look good in the morning.I submit the above as inarguable proof that we ARE only getting better.
me: but you know what anne sexton said
J: I really don’t
me: “beauty is a simple passion / but oh my friends / in the end you will dance the fire dance in iron shoes”
J: Sometimes, in single blinding moments, I feel like I know everything about you
The morning after 12 hours of sitting in exactly the same position in front of a laptop, and questioning every choice that has lead me to a lifestyle in which 12-hour laptop-related stretches are not uncommon, I was rescued by the inimitable Saito. And thus began a whirlwind road-trip.
Swan: When God closes one door, he opens the cat door, which is hidden and hard to find at first.