confronted by junkies arguing vehemently about nothing

I see this most days on my way to work. Particularly if I take the A/C train and exit on the NE corner of 34th & 8th –– as you walk up the stairs of the exit the Empire State Building is right there, which is pretty cool. There’s also a methadone clinic on the same corner, so most days after walking out of the subway and seeing the Empire State Building, I’m immediately confronted by junkies arguing vehemently about nothing.


This is where I’ve been spending most of my days lately.  Actually, this is only the entrance that I go through to get to the building where I’ve been spending most of my days, but you get the idea.  Not the best picture, but you get the idea.

I don’t like Mondays.


more than a sprinkle

In an effort to further avoid doing the work that I should be doing, I’ve decided to make a concerted effort to post one photo on here every day. After mentioning this idea to one of my few loyal readers (HINT: the one I’m dating), she suggested that my “writing should be sprinkled in” as well. I told this reader that I would propose it to the creative department, which I did, and it was agreed that it would be a good idea to implement this suggestion in an effort to keep one of the few loyal readers I have.


I’ve been working a lot at this freelance job I lucked upon last summer, and the thing about working a lot is that it leaves little time or energy for one’s own pursuits –– after editing all day I’m not particularly inclined to edit (or write) when I get home. But it is what it is, and if I’m ever to catch up on the backload of work I have to do and finish another screenplay and finish one of the many editing experiments I’ve started but not completed, then I have to learn how to make all this work. Last week I discovered that if I get a reasonable amount of sleep at night I’m not as exhausted during the day. This seems obvious because it is obvious, but part of my nature has always been to try and pull as many hours out of the day as I possibly can, whether productive or not. This has led me to understand is that more time doesn’t necessarily mean more done, but it does create the illusion of more done, but the illusion of more done isn’t going to result in anything but exhaustion.

Note to self: Write a self-help book called “The Illusion of More Done”.

I think this has been more than a sprinkle.

down escalator

down escalator

shadow on yellow




Tray tables locked & upright