Monday, July 17, 2006
97 F - train stories.
today the day started at 4am, why? i don't know. it just did. followed by insane garmi and the thought of not going to the times square photoshoot, so i mailed john and asked him if the shoot was on wednesday also - turns out it wasn't, and i was sure i was going to die, given my comdition. the train station is only 3 blocks away from my place, but the walk was torture, all i could here is my head was 'why? i don't want to go, why? - i'm fed up with photography, why?' the subways are damp and humid. but the trains were as cold as ice.
i had to go to bryant park, which is about 2 blocks away from times square, had to change trains, i knew the way. got off of R on 9th and walked up three floors to get the F, i hadn't travelled on the F since last summer, when i would take it to get the G train for Pratt. and before that i hadn't taken it for 3 years, seems like yesterday though. isn't this a detailed account of the new york subway system? the R stops are different from te F stops, the F stops remind me of monopoly, each station is decorated with commerical tiles, white, green, blue, red so many colors. i can only think about monopoly. i get off at 42nd and walk up and as i'm walking up the stairs to the park i'm dreading the fact that i'm there, it's so hot. i walk around three corners of this enormous park looking for john and the class, and as i'm about to give up and go home i see them and call up home to tell them, there is a chance of me living through this.
we were allowed to wander around all of times square and take pictures of whatever we wanted. so yehuda and i walked around. the guy is funny, he's obsessed with women's asses or should i say behinds? hahahaha, got me in the habit of photographing them also.
i'm such a perv
who?
me
why?
i like taking pictures of peoples asses
yeah so, you've invented a new genre
really?
yeah ass photography?
i knew you'd say that
*insane laughter*
while he's good at candid pictures, i was good at stills. as hot as it was, i forgot about it all. i forgot i was thirsty, hungry or tired or sick. i was happy with my camera just focused on getting 'that' shot. away from home, i had forgotten everything, i felt like i was finally in my element or something like it - i was happy, truly happy. i wish someone could see that, and not have me tell them. just to see something different, just for once.
i'm coming home myself
acha sahi hai, baba wants to talk to you
how did you get to bryant
i took the F train
but how,
john emailed a picture of the park, it said the F train station was there, so i figured
you should've told me
laikin i got it na, it's not that hard
nahee'n still
i told you 2 days ago the shoot was at bryant/times square - i know the trains ba its okay
acha theek hai ghar aao phir
i don't know why he's still sees me as a little girl, he doesn't know why i see myself as a grown up. we have a communication gap now, it's common yet unique. what can i say?
as i got into the station all the happiness was taken away, no one was smiling we all shared the same expression, it was hot and humid and no one was celebrating. ideas no. 7, 8 and 9 came into being. the train ride was long, and it was a mixture of thoughts, kartography, a playlist of depressing songs, and other random things (which i shouldn't think of anyway). by the time i got to the last station, i was blank and walking up the stairs slowly, counting them, even though so many things were on my mind. my camera bag was open and i wanted my camera to fall to the ground for some reason. i wasn't wearing the bag over my shoulder, just held it by the handle and the straps dangled on the floor, i wanted my feet to get tangled in them so i could trip. i walked home from an unusual route, kajal had smeared and made its way to my cheeks, i hadn't been crying humidity was having fun. i opened the lock to the door and realized morning was repeating itself. i was still angry and irrational.
i reserve the right to act foolish and write incoherently today.
3 Comments:
times square photoshoot?!?!?! woman i'm so dead jealous!
someday i will move to new york and we will both get an apartment together and be wild in the city. because we both are essentially the same person, even if you are more interesting than me.
and because neither of our parents get us. as wonderful as they are
mano jab tum aaogi toh phir we have a date. okay?
p.s i need to talk to you, i hate the time difference.
i heart NY
your so lucky to be so close to it
(im moving in too)
