February 14, 2022

Awash with memories and moments lived through and survived in this city. The years come in waves. Some quick and fast, as short as a few moments or heartbeats, others long and overflowing ––– more like infinite and blended seasons than specific marks of time. I like how memories layer here ––– how I can walk west along West 47th Street in August of 2016 and stand at Tenth Avenue waiting for Suzie outside of an Ethiopian restaurant without knowing that four years later I’ll walk by the same intersection day in and day out again and again. Each Avenue a wave, each street an undertow: places to walk around and surf in between as memories and moments blend together in one eternal and endless brilliant flicker of the imagination. Did it all really happen? It did. Is it all really happening? It is. Will it all really keep happening? It will.