I’ve been looking at eerie skies, sleek trains.
Been working…which meant there was an aquarium in my living room waiting to be loaded into a cargo van and on to a set for its brief moment onscreen.
Ya gotta start somewhere, Aquarium.
I trekked around Brooklyn. And snuck photos of shelves in friends’ homes.
Caught humble objects waiting, wondering.
While my friend put her son to sleep an oversized tin mug told me about the sound of surf and swore that this whole pen-holding thing is just what it’s doing till it gets back to coffee time on a beach.
I admit that I ate some of this cheese and sipped some of this wine that I was left alone with before I started interviewing tin mugs.
I feel kinda emotional about these moments.
It’s a privilege to know people at different stages of their lives; to see their homes steeped, marinated, transformed by the sum of simmered moments.
I feel thankful for their pulse; persistence.
I am alive.
Now I gotta make something that will let you taste that.