Today, (reminds me of the start of an fml) I was in the city apprenticing with a fashion photographer, Michael Keel, for the first time. It went pretty well and I met a bunch of different and interesting people who are full fled into the industry. I'm excited to see how everything will turn out and continue on.
I find it funny how when you go into the city, alone, and with a set plan to do something you feel like a true New Yorker. You put yourself into a trance of feeling like a native of the city. It gives you a fun feeling, an imaginative one. You think all the others who look like you with the same game plan and facial expression that they are New Yorkers as well. But are they? No one may ever know. They're most likely in the same situation as you.
My favorite part about commuting to the city is the train. I don't like the train rides or the obnoxious conductor yelling SEACAUCUS or METUCHEN! My favorite part is rush hour and the people who ride the train at that time. Starring at the boarding screens waiting for it to show the track for the NE Coor to Trenton to pop up. Then bang, everyone sprints to that train. Its a weird adrenaline rush in a way. Once aboard the train, if your alone, you try and find an empty two seater so that you can put your bag next to you and be alone. However, during rush hour every seat is needed. But EVERYONE hates sitting next to a stranger, especially you+a stranger in a two seater. That equals almost a taboo. I feel like I am in 2nd grade again and on the bus where every kid doesn't want to sit with someone they don't know. You stop, look around, get nervous, then finally sit with a stranger in an awkward way. Why does it have to be that way? We all have something in common. Were all humans and we all kill the earth in some sort of way.
Thoughts and more thoughts are running through my mind right now. I can not sort them nor organize them. This is a way to relive them. But as I was coming home tonight, driving down Amwell with Bob, I began to think about the town that I/we live in. Hillsborough. Most people around my age believe this is the lamest town known to man. I ask you to take a drive down Amwell headed toward 206 passing the Racquet Ball Club with a damn good song on and re think the town you live in. The street lights represent the entrance to Rt 206 as the gates to memories and beliefs that we all have come to learn. Yeah, this town does suck at times, but relapse, relapse into the memories that have become upon us. Maybe I am preaching or just in a crazy mood but whatever. You can take my talk and think or blow it off. I don't care what you do with it but I thank you for your time of actually reading. Have fun. Live in the moment and take time slow with your closet friends to make it memorable. Majorsk.
