sunday night, picture box.


every once and again when the apartment is filled with cool air rolling in off the hudson, and all the lights are off, i pass by the doorless kitchen and have the thought, yes, that's the life i'd like to live one day. followed quickly by, yes, that's the life i'm living.

and then there's the hanging realization that life is full, already terribly full. and pregnant with possibility. and it feels like it's all getting a bit closer. the space between the now and all that i've ever dreamed of.

the gap is closing. and i'm simply along for the ride. and as long as i live fearlessly, it will arrive.

(easier said than done, of course. but the pursuit sure is a hell of a good time).