This city is amazing despite not being able to breath. (at Loki Hostel Cusco)
I am on a train back to New York. I’m thinking about the big fight I had with my dad yesterday, and our subsequent make up. I’m thinking about my grandmoms health. I’m thinking about my failing vision. I’m thinking about how I miss the gentle hum of the suburban street lights. I’m thinking about the girl from our neighborhood that killed herself with a handgun a few weeks ago. I’m thinking about her mom slowly hanging up white sheets in the side yard as I drove down the street thanksgiving morning.
Tomorrow morning I will be on a plane to Peru. I am not sure what I will be thinking about.
I seem to be developing a habit of judging potential places for employment based on how good the pizza place is next door.
In my ever evolving career, I have now become a makeshift designer for print magazine ads.
20131108-2 on Flickr.
Here is a fence made just for you.