darkroom reclusiveness mostly

greenpoint, as always, april 2008


made it into my old high school's darkroom today. in a room that seems so friendly and unintimidating now - especially compared to what i've been working with this past year - i started thinking about all those study halls i spent silently clicking that expose key, hanging my face over the image examining the grain. awkwardly and inappropriately 14.
and i think to myself, yes.

i was so much more disciplined then. always been a downward curve, though-
and it seems that new york made me forget the powers of a peaceful darkroom. so maybe i can steal some good days before the building closes its doors for the season and my ideas of the self-improvement summer fade into books and big dinners and slow parties.

i think this is the last vacation before i'm supposed to become a real person.