I used to think that I was into too many things.
I got over that.
This is a collection of what I love, hate, think and do.
I play guitar in a band named Syvia and record, take pictures and videos, write a lot of words and am always working on completing a few new music projects.
I live in Brooklyn, NY. I grew up in South Florida.
Some say you can't trust anyone from down there but I don't trust those people. Give me a ? and I'll give you an .
I just experienced something that in some ways can really sum up New York at times.
I was crossing a usually busy street while it was calm and quite. A dragonfly fly passed me towards the oncoming traffic up the street. I had my eye fixed on it, the beauty and peaceful grace of it just gliding by. I was sort of mesmerized by this natural moment of tranquility juxtaposed with the concrete and oncoming machines.
As it got closer to the approaching car, I was wondering how it was going to maneuver out of this.
It hit the windshield (which I somehow heard in the quietness), flew over the car and hit the ground only to be run over by the car behind it and then have a bus barely miss it but the force of the wind flew it over closer to where I can now see it’s distorted body.
I caught all this.
Nobody else noticed a thing.
DAY 13 - a photo of your handwriting
the only picture I can find right now is of a wedding RSVP I filled out last year. I’m usually neater than that, I’m not certain but I feel like I had a bit of whiskey in me at the time.
been caught up, here’s the last three days of this thing that nobody (including myself) cares about.
DAY 12 - a photo of your favorite shoes
I do love these guys. Second might be the black Sauconeys that I have yet to clean the vomit from the night I was extremely drunk and trying to get to south Brooklyn from the Upper East Side, also the night I saw a dead guy on the train.