lctyler

Pausing and reflecting. A pillow book. Don't forget.
Love can easily be measured by absurdities. Who you become, how you unravel, where you end up, and the decisions you’re not otherwise compelled to make.

Love can easily be measured by absurdities. Who you become, how you unravel, where you end up, and the decisions you’re not otherwise compelled to make.

Being overwhelmed, everyday, with the noise and business of a city - you find yourself looking out, east and west - often. Wealth and fog cleansing the city of its colors and centuries of “lived-in”.

Returning to the neighborhood: ball game and shit-stained sidewalks that will always, inevitably, remind you of home.

Where I plan my future, make magic happen, and watch the fog find its way.

Where I plan my future, make magic happen, and watch the fog find its way.

The eye finds peace in the shimmer
where sun laps the rounded stone
clam shells 
and hulls of things left

The eye finds peace in the shimmer
where sun laps the rounded stone
clam shells
and hulls of things left

There are only a few times I can remember being lost.
The Latin Quarter of Paris - we wound our way to the center. To find our way back we followed the larger crowds. Surely it was dinner time on St. Germaine.
The other time was in Zacatecas. On my way back from school I met a group of nuns from California and they turned me around. Thunder and monsoon rain kept everyone at a distance. 
The last time was on a road trip to New Mexico from San Francisco. Chris and I took the old highways that zigzagged across farm land. It was a deep, dark night and we counted mile markers and houses strung with Christmas lights for hours - finding ourselves in Barstow; guided only by our own light.
No moon to speak of.

There are only a few times I can remember being lost.

The Latin Quarter of Paris - we wound our way to the center. To find our way back we followed the larger crowds. Surely it was dinner time on St. Germaine.

The other time was in Zacatecas. On my way back from school I met a group of nuns from California and they turned me around. Thunder and monsoon rain kept everyone at a distance.

The last time was on a road trip to New Mexico from San Francisco. Chris and I took the old highways that zigzagged across farm land. It was a deep, dark night and we counted mile markers and houses strung with Christmas lights for hours - finding ourselves in Barstow; guided only by our own light.

No moon to speak of.

On top of the world,
you sink faster.

The ripple and tide broken in the splash
coconut and sunscreen
haunts of shadow leading you over the edge.

On top of the world,
you sink faster.

The ripple and tide broken in the splash
coconut and sunscreen
haunts of shadow leading you over the edge.

We didn’t want this moment to end so we kept coming back.
Night after night.
And when it all fell apart, when we felt dizzy, when the air left the room, we carved our initials into the table.

We didn’t want this moment to end so we kept coming back.

Night after night.

And when it all fell apart, when we felt dizzy, when the air left the room, we carved our initials into the table.

I have memories of great cathedrals, incense, murmurs and candles. The tops of heads covered with lace and leather. To see the toes of Mary, St Francis de Assisi, smudged, rubbed, holding fast to the archways - supporting the sky above.

Now here is this.

I have memories of great cathedrals, incense, murmurs and candles. The tops of heads covered with lace and leather. To see the toes of Mary, St Francis de Assisi, smudged, rubbed, holding fast to the archways - supporting the sky above.

Now here is this.

Against the sky stood this giant, making ants of humans; faces squinting up at Chicago. Way up there.

Every time I read/hear about opium dens I think of us sitting at that booth at  Sonya’s. And then I remember how much I love to hate Hemingway, and the world suddenly makes sense.

Every time I read/hear about opium dens I think of us sitting at that booth at Sonya’s. And then I remember how much I love to hate Hemingway, and the world suddenly makes sense.