The kind of day that

The kind of day that makes you twirl & smile real because the world feels like childhood. Today, that is.

I like to save old text messages - the ones that make me smile or laugh.

My phone somehow just deleted all but three.

UNCOOL.

A disproportionate number of the interesting people I’ve met in my life have been redheads.

Conversations with Strangers #4: Purse Scrapbooker

On the downtown F.

The woman next to me - short red hair, wearing a gray suit, holding a bright green purse.

The train stops moving halfway between 57th and Rockefeller Center.

She opens her purse and starts pulling things out - pieces of paper, napkins, business cards, books, pens, make-up, menus - looks at them (sometimes smiles) and places them on the seat in between us.

It’s like your life collected inside your bag, I say.

Exactly, she says.

“My bag is like my living diary or scrapbook. And every few weeks, I go through it, relive my life, and edit my memory.”

capricious:

and we are vagabonds we travel without seat belts on we live this close to death

“ Don’t be surprised when you unfold the origami and come to a blank piece of paper. ”

Kangaroo Brendon

Drawing the Conversation
May 19, 2008: Tzvi
“Got a gray suit with white pin stripes. I’m gonna wear it with a red shirt and be all sexy like that.”

Drawing the Conversation

May 19, 2008: Tzvi

“Got a gray suit with white pin stripes. I’m gonna wear it with a red shirt and be all sexy like that.”

Drawing the Conversation
June 17th, 2008: Frank
Frank: “I’m starting to feel it again…that drive to go out west. I’m thinking of joining my friend out in Seattle. Guess I’m more of a hippie than a regular person.”
Me: “But you’re not a hippie either. And that’s a good thing. People who fit into categories too easily don’t make real things of their lives.”

Drawing the Conversation

June 17th, 2008: Frank

Frank: “I’m starting to feel it again…that drive to go out west. I’m thinking of joining my friend out in Seattle. Guess I’m more of a hippie than a regular person.”

Me: “But you’re not a hippie either. And that’s a good thing. People who fit into categories too easily don’t make real things of their lives.”

I’m homesick for a road trip.