(false elipses)

My brain is a slow bridge crumbling over the arctic winds and into forgiving snow.

I have had the strange pleasure of spending my life surrounding by great beauty and that has always broken my heart because i lack the purity to reflect it in the ruddy words and blurred photographs i have to share with the world.

But i try. ever day of my goddamn life.

I try to echo the sublime nature of being alive in a time when there is so much that is precious. so much love and kindness burning through the haze of this city's lights.

Friends and lovers. the sun coming up over the high rises that dot the east river and my view of the world. her face smiling through smoke and glass. the weight of a woman's spine.

The night.

Alone and shaking off the morning where i know my head will fade into the dull factions of the day. where i will play the part against my grain.

Because some nights i understand perfection.

I see just what keeps me alive.