Sunday, September 27, 2009

Naming

Whale


Maradona


Tony

sin título


This is what a mausoleum corridor looks like.

Some cats I've met: Cloud, Perseus, Morwen, Chaos, Thibault, Hector, Whiskey Jack.

A dog in a stroller in front of the Duarte mausoleum.

Being foreign, I feel fantastically invisible. Like being underwater and looking up. There is also the same distortion and fractured light. I am rumpled. And in the morning, I sit on a roof on the Avenida de Mayo and I drink coffee and think about putting dulce de leche on my bread, but I don't because it's too early for that kind of sweetness. And I could do anything with my day.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

DC-BA

DC

BA

Here I'm in Buenos Aires. It's a city with narrow, twisting streets and tall buildings. Which means it's a city with echoes. Dog barks and honking horns amplified.

And, I went to a cemetary that was a a little city of mausoleums. Eva Peron is buried there and there are knockers on some of the doors. Also, many cats. Somehow dead people and cats seem to have an affinity.

Two days ago, I was in Washington DC. I saw the Supreme Court building! Guess what the highest court in the land is? It's the basketball court above the Supreme Court.

Both cities have large obelisks.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Will there be wolves in the forest?

Take the best right now.

I'm traveling this year, so that later in my life I can put down some roots somewhere. I quit my good and real job in June and have been crossing ever since. I spent the summer mostly visiting friends and trying to tie all the important things and people in my life together. Now, though, I'm getting ready to leave the country--next week I'm going to DC and then to Argentina and then to Chile. So, a blog. Thanks for reading!