the thing to talk about now is remembering when we could be “outside”
i don’t know if i’m all the way nostalgic for “outside” again yet; that feels a bit morbid, and i’m personally of the belief that it’s not all the way gone. just that we have a penchant for the dramatic lately – thought being inside for a year will probably do that to you.
but i’m alright to admit that, yeah, it’s been a while.
i took these pictures back when i lived in astoria; makossa is a party they throw in brooklyn every summer and i would take the N train all the way down into bk and… figure it out from there.
it’s funny, even when i lived in queens – and i did eight years there – i always felt like i lived in brooklyn. everybody i knew was in brooklyn. now everybody i know is in brooklyn.
slept in queens, worked in manhattan, did most of my shit in brooklyn. i’ve always got to do things the “funny” way.
these pictures resonate a tiny bit differently now, i guess. yes, being outside, listening to music… but also, black people just… “being”. it’s years after trayvon martin and years before black lives matter.
it sounds silly, but i like to be reminded that we can just… i don’t know… relax.
anyway anyway… at the end of 2016 i finally ended up back in brooklyn, where i am to this day. and other things happened since then: people entered and left my life, jobs changed, put on some pounds and lost some.
but otherwise i’m sitting here in my living room, in the dead of winter, looking at old pics. looking at some pretty folks. half wondering where all of them got to now, half wondering who am i next to annoy with my camera… next time we all get to be “outside”.
