I feel like I have learned how to numb out, alternate thinking, or keep at bay the sadness, angst, etc. except when Mother Nature calls. Its like kill yourself but with a cute bow on top.
Cant stop thinking about the pedi cab driver’s comment talkmbout “yeah, I moved to Austin when I was a teen when the gentrification was barely starting. Brownsville reminds me a lot of that.”
New York City (1981/1982). Lady Pink, an Ecuadorian graffiti writer from Queens, poses on the train with her tag, and in the bathroom of Art & Design High School, her alum, with Mare 139. Photographed by Martha Cooper.
for someone who has isolation as their coping mechanism‚ i hope you find a lover who understands your silence. life’s already hard‚ be with someone who makes living easier