Thoughts and sketches on humans, nature, running, and the end of the world
When I lived in New York City, we had snow regularly in the winter. It would snow, sometimes several inches, then the streets would be plowed, the snow would go from white to grey to black, and life would go on, maybe just a bit more slushy. Snow in a city that is not...
I’m grateful to the City because it doesn’t make me forget about what life is about, what death is about, what money and lack of money are about. The City (and the Subway most of all) doesn’t allow me to forget me what urine, shit, and spit smell and look like when they are...
