Images are in high supply today; rarely do we think twice about where they come from, or even what they mean to us.
Questions are nearly always better than their answers. Just the right amount of mystery is necessary to give a work importance and maintain its urgency. It is a careful balance though, enigmatic and esoteric works repel more than allure.
Ari told us it was meant to be the biggest meteor shower of the year, didn't mean anything having seen no other. We stood the three of us wrapped in my blanket, I don't think I saw anything, hardly mattered.
At Midtown it was Wheel of Fortune on the courtyard balcony, the television on the floor over the threshold of their room's doorway. The channel had to be tuned with a knife.
3 am, December of 2011. Four hours to go, I saw two people undress on the beach. On my way back a tweaker promised good pictures; grit, sex and drugs. His teeth ground loudly.
It was K.’s Birthday; 22 not much of a landmark. Still young, will we notice when we are no longer?
Jamie set himself on fire last year, he said, the others backed the story up. This year just a gentle fire. We all slept in the grass, with all the pork in our bellies.
Debbie was left on the unknown beach back in ‘09 by her would-be kidnappers. The tide came in and took her away in the early evening before sunset.
Midway, Kentucky, we spent the night. We shared beds once more and piled back in the car. Rolling open earth, cloud filled sky. One tree still receding in the rearview months past.
