Note about the photos: I was contemplating black and white the other day and figured I’d give it a shot. Today, out of pure laziness, I decided not to edit any of them. So, these are directly out of the camera, no cropping or horizontalling or anything (anything!). Also, that last one is of me sleeping. I didn’t know it existed until about 15 minutes ago. Thanks, Dominic.
This monologue outside my window woke me up last night:
“Son, what’s wrong, son? Why are you sleeping here? [Long pause]
What’s wrong, son? You’ve got a mom that loves you, why are you sleeping here… I smoke crack and (something indecipherable). Get out of here, son.”
Overhearing this was so unsettling I had a hard time falling back to sleep. This morning there was a mattress outside on the curb.
Despite this, Brooklyn already feels like home.