Lacking In Emotional Content The state of ralph emerson mcginnis
This online journal and blog is for anything that pops into my head while I'm not working on more important things. I'm a visual artist and writer. Read more about me here.
From each new city one is able to view the world from an entirely different perspective. Different cities hold different truths about the whole world, but you can only see them clearly when you walk around a particular city street and interact with the cities particular denizens. When I move - I take a breath of relief. Each city has its own kind of relief, even New York. I've only just moved back, so the vitality and excitement has not yet been consumed by the overwhelming oppression of the city. When a city is new it can feel as though it is the only real place in the world - like you've been living in a cloud and haze till the day you arrived. When I left New York for San Francisco it was like that. New York had worked my body into knots, made my breath shallow. I arrived in SF and was immeadiately absorbed into the late night and a crowd of young people dressed in black skin-tight clothes carrying records to a night club. The air was crisp and cool amidst the Mexican signage and everyone was smilling. Eyes were foreward, while in New York they had always seemed downcast. My spine straightened as I took a deep breath. California refreshed me, gave me the best fashion weather and great produce. But I was too comfortable and content, I think. Back in New York, walking over the sticky streets, the crowds grab hold of me and push me onward. I take a deep breath, steel my eyes and go to work. I have things to do, and places to go.
