Friday, December 25, 2020

Happy holidays to and from our city. Even with the quiet and surreal shadows and echoes that fell across New York this year, still, something happens when you walk the streets here. You don’t have to stay for long; once it gets inside of you, you can carry it with you for all of your life, if you want. Neither a promise nor a pledge, not even a vow. Just whispers of the imagination, rooting themselves within you —- memories of future timelines / resting in peace beside you, weaving dreams of past lives together with a now that’s still sleeping / however deeply / and however soundly / you’ll allow.