Dinner with Christo
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Christo, the resident male red-tailed hawk of Tompkins Square Park, keeps a
schedule. He has always been an orderly individual, keeping a routine and
bei...
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A My Private Coney project
Flash non-fiction, brief moments and old memories of a city and mother's emotional and physical real estate disappearing at the speed of heartbreak.
4 comments:
It's the business of the living to look for witnesses to our lives. In this case, engaging in a simple activity as watching lights glow or 'burst' from the windows signifies that the watcher is busily identifying signs of life blinking at us, therefore validating his/her very own existence. Wonderous write!
I had the opposite.. in my old city I never saw brass or silver menorahs only the plastic ones. After I came here I enjoyed (still do) seeing the real ones lit with real flames as I walked by at dusk. It's a beautiful sight to see. :)
I'm just pleased people put lights in windows. They're beacons and signs and lighthouses. We had ye old Christmas lights, single plastic candles with blue flame-shaped bulbs. They were tape-tacky and dusty and the cords were all knotted up but it was such the ritual to see them light blue in the cold night.
nice. its great to know we are not alone in this world...
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