About seven months ago, I moved back home after living in Montreal for a year. The time spent there, and the time in between, exists as a sort of timelessness for me - temporally, everything that has happened to me exists simultaneously. It's hard for me to remove my current sense of being from the sensations I experienced across the country - padding across the dark wood of the apartment, the sound of cheap beer cans cracking open, the fierce chill of a blizzard on my cheeks.
When I came home, it was an odd adjustment. The weather was different - the air smelled like cherry blossom petals - there was this community I had existed separate from for so long. I felt like I was existing in two places at once, and in many ways I still do. I put on my winter coat, reach my hand into the pocket, and take out a metro pass, "correspondance et preuve de paiement." I remember nights sitting around our kitchen table, two bottles of wine and two pizzas split between two waif-ish girls. I feel like I'm still watching Survivorman with one of my best friends. I get nostalgic.
I also took pictures of everything. I have photographs from the past and the present, moments which exist at the same time.
Arndell doing some serious mixing
We had a Great Gatsby themed party
Heather in little Italy, NY NY
Anne in 40's garb
Vicki and I ride
