Remove my organs.
Make love to me.
Hide the heart.
My blood is pounding.
A waterfall against my ventricles.
Thicken the sentiment,
maybe it will stick
and my body will work properly again.
Where did the falsity come from?
Feeling in a place overpopulated
is as useless as breathing over the dead sea.
Deprived of Oxygen.
Starving for Love.
A year from today I was packing my things for New York City. Here are a few images of my first month there that I never posted. They are Fall beginning, and this year I won’t have a fall, and I won’t be in Brooklyn. I’ll be in Asia. Here’s to New York.
These images are the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, primarily in neighborhoods Red Hook and Dumbo in Brooklyn, NY. They were taken this afternoon 10/30 after the flooding had subsided and the residents of the affected areas were able to begin to put things back in order. I talked to people about their main concerns, which varied from electrical problems, damaged furniture, ruined car motors, and for a homeless man, the health of his cats. Oil coated the ground in some areas, every house had a pump transferring water from basements to gutters, and electrical wires sagged too low for comfort, but Red Hook appears to be in recovery mode. I rode my bike into Manhattan, but it was simply deserted near the water and I wanted to photography a neighborhood, people interacting, solving, offering empathy.