In the Willows

in the willows

Fri, Jul 1, 2016 at 4:48 AM – And a sliver of a moon and the smell of plaster. Warm, still, despite the air conditioner blasting, but not unbearable. Wouldn’t dare touch the floor because it’s filthy.
Fri, Jul 1, 2016 at 8:59 PM – Avocados will be your salvation. Keep reading, learning, writing about them. Whenever you feel the spirit move you or whenever you’re stuck or whenever you see fit. At the same time as you’re opening the box and taking out the pieces, picking them up and describing and making sense of what you find and discovering new things, too.
Avocados on the way to…
Images of the Upper West Side, 79th & Riverside on a Sunday afternoon, leaving the boat basin…Buildings, old, expensive…Young couple, looking…Air conditioners hum here, too…Artist brain drawing…Pencil on white printer paper lines and words…Like an onion
Sun, Jul 3, 2016 at 3:51 AM – People talk, laugh, still, close to 4 a.m. Already this place feels more like a home. “Those days of showing love…” a woman says. As though to say, they’re over.
Sun, Jul 3, 2016 at 10:46 AM – Broken glass, could’ve cut my foot, missed it, by chance
Mon, Jul 4, 2016 at 4:00 AM – Could be anywhere in the USA. We live nowhere. Here. Streetlight. Daily News truck runs red lights.
Tue, Jul 5, 2016 at 1:06 AM – Rain taps on the skylight glass. Citigroup building looms.
Tue, Jul 5, 2016 at 12:56 AM – After July 4, streets empty again.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016: A thought – buried alive, together, in a wooden coffin, nailed shut, the dirt piled on, under the ground – the last moments, holding each other in each other’s arms, crying, panicking, screaming, together, in love…
From the night of July 5, 2016 (early morning of July 6):
In the willows
In the way
In the willows
In the way
In the willows
In the way