(verb.) Poetically challenging conventions
This isn’t my commute anymore, but my next post prompted this: We were little humans, hidden on streets, overshadowed by tall buildings touching the sky. We swam through crowds crashing like waves, following stairs found in gaps in concrete, and dropped in and out of a whole world underground. We sprinted to trains, squeezed into […]
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A birthday poem I typed up on my phone, with every intention to post, lost in my notes, digitally filed away by the day(s). However, life treated me with the presence of this foreva friend, visiting – She stood in my apartment kitchen, as I read: Back before Instagram (we’re so old we can say that now) we […]
Read MoreHey media-world: you’re confusing and I still don’t understand you, so I am posting late and breaking all the fake rules related to this digitally represented “life.” And believe me, my #dad is worth every rebellion. Because without him, I would have lost many battles, given up on catching any curve ball, and thought most things were […]
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Location: Chiyoda – Kioicho, Japan. Date: March 2, 2018 I smiled awkwardly for this impromptu photo, staring at the guy behind the lens generously documenting me in this swanky looking hotel bar lobby. We were more than 30 stories high, windows unveiling views I’ve only dreamt about or seen in movies. This city that was […]
Read More#Home. It should be a bigger word. Not too long ago, I moved miles…. from “home.” Footsteps led by a familiar friend. But, can’t help but see another view from this #track… on my way to a destination called Somewhere – constantly inspired by humans along the way. And when I look back, my path seems […]
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(Venice Beach, California)
Read MoreNew York isn’t a place that misses you. But it sure as hell welcomes you back like you never left. Time capsules do exist. They’re distinctive yellow cars scattered all over, waiting for the raise of your hand. They’re speeding up the FDR, flashing your memory film in your #window view… NYC Taxi (at FDR […]
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“Welcome to Tennessee, honey.” The Nashville clerk said as she handed me my new plate. And there was something gratifying about this official transaction, erasing the hour spent in the DMV. Maybe it was because it was me, myself, and I tracing my steps from the North in my head as I stood there… Those […]
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