Photos from last year’s trip to NYC. Edited in Photoshop, haven’t done this in a while, I miss this.
I remember once imagining what my life would be like, what I’d be like. I pictured having all these qualities, strong positive qualities that people could pick up on from across the room. But as time passed, few became qualities that I actually had. And all the possibilities I faced, and the sorts of people I could be, all of them got reduced every year to fewer and fewer until finally they got reduced to one — to who I am. And that’s who I am.
- The Weather Man