Another day, goes away, as i do what i do best.
Visited Times Square on Saturday, the vision, the dreams of the "almost young" 9-9-99, the day of the pledge, many years later, distant from the dream, yet at the place that i dreamt of. Movies, serials, and imaginations - all helped.
I enjoyed each moment of my first journey to the blessed land of maddening lights, people, colors, everything sinful and wrong with the capitalist world.
each color, each billboard, brandishing something that i did not need, or never thought i will need, creates a magical aura of bliss, of a heaven that will never shut down - unless someone pulls a plug or switches off a inconsequential switch.
clicked some pictures - one of a stranger - i did not see her face nor do i know her. Just stole a moment, when she looked away, probably waiting, probably not, looking away towards a huge world, blurred by lights, glowing in reds, and blues and many colors.
Always do feel a pang of guilt at clicking strangers without asking them, but then the moment that your mind creates for you is lost - the very fact of asking destroys purpose, destroys the moment.
I am sorry stranger - but had to click.
