I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.
I started this when I lived in Brooklyn and struggled for grace in a city that grants moments of beauty and ugliness breathtakingly close to one another. Now I live in a place where things are a different kind of ugly and the beauty is pedestrian. I struggle with that.
Oh my fucking god I'm back. And Brooklyn is beautiful and ragged and tender and I feel so lucky. It's spring, the light is clear, the sidewalks are rain washed and I can't walk two blocks without taking pictures. I know I had to go but I'm so grateful I got to come back and bring my treasure with me. In the afternoon sun on the front stoop, everything, everything seems possible.
posted by ttractor @ 3:40 PM
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