writings and musings of a girl whose soul is lost in another era and who enjoys pulling out her city's past in the most interesting of places.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
The Tree Branch
the city you made your home, that molded you into the person you became and are becoming can always surprise you and comfort you and teach you a lesson at most inconvenient times.
through passing conversations, through a side glance in a mirror. through worn out shoes, dim lights in tenements and stately apartment houses.
through solitude, frustration, loneliness and joy.
Through dusty pages hidden in decrepit buildings, through words and actions of people long gone.
through your own reflection when you take the time and stop and look and before you realize it the tentacles have wrapped through every core of your being that you wouldn't be able to function without it.
I'm the girl who is pointing her camera in the opposite direction of the Empire State building, at the faded sign on a tenement down the street. If not I'm bothering the folks at the Municipal Archives digging up info on people long gone and writing among other things a biography on a man who did wicked things. Stay tuned.