Condensed milk

I recently found out you can make dulche de leche by boiling condensed milk in its own tin. Something about pressure and heat makes things delicious I guess.
If you took parts of my life in Japan and set 'em on high flame (and I don't for a second want to imply that it wasn't FREEZING COLD in NYC) you might get Japan condensed through New York. All the same ingredients; same friends, same ramen, same tiny coffee cans, but a very different flavour.

Even Uni-Qlo is pimped out!












So I'm trying to take a picture of two beautiful girls, and some creepy Taiwanese dude starts leering into view - I thought they had laws for crazy people like that. Man, New York is full of crazy people...













Boston doesn't fit my condensed milk analogy... but I went there too.








Hollas going out to the Brooklyn crew, the Columbianas, Ithacanas and the wicked-smart residents of Boston-town.

windscreen dreams

"the stability of the large world-house which is ours will involve a revolution of values to accompany the scientific and freedom revolutions engulfing the earth. We must rapidly begin the shift from a 'thing'-oriented society to a 'person'-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives and property rights are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, materialism and militarism are incapable of being conquered. A civilisation can flounder as readily in the face of moral and spiritual bankruptcy as it can through financial bankruptcy."
- Martin Luther King Jnr.



"I feel like we've had a lot of hellos and goodbyes."




Warm. Soft, but solid. Real.
I felt I could hold on forever in the sun, never letting go. My arms locked around, then with hands open; palms supporting back and sides, holding her to me. Her head burrowed into my shoulder, mine buried into hers. The smell of her hair. I kiss her parting slowly from above and feel the thick dark threads against my sunburnt lips and skin. My legs parted, standing with hers between. Balance coming only through her, leaning back at me. Locked at the hip we lean back, foreheads linked, pressure without pain.

"Is it going to be more difficult than you thought?"

Mountains are for people who love mountains

Looking back,
Hey!
There's no trace of the mountain I've just come down.
Where am I?

- Ko Un