ON WHY I MIGHT NEVER LEAVE PHILADELPHIA
You won’t find a new country, won’t find another shore.
This city will always pursue you.
You’ll walk the same streets, grow old
in the same neighborhoods, turn gray in these same houses.
You’ll always end up in this city. Don’t hope for things elsewhere:
there’s no ship for you, there’s no road.
Now that you’ve wasted your life here, in this small corner,
you’ve destroyed it everywhere in the world.
C. P Cavafy, from The City, translated by Edmund Keeley
Cavafy etching by David Hockney, 1967
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The makings of a love theme
A Surrealist House Adorned with Lawned Walls and Floating Staircases.
The goats are a nice touch…although I’m a little worried about them eating the wall parts.
Evolution of a dress code
AUNT JACKIE GETTING REAL
The happiest sad song in the world
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