As I sit here there are people being killed, children being born, someone's getting high, it's raining, and on and on . . . It's not possible to be everywhere at every moment. Every moment of time is gone. Again and again. There are thousands, millions of worlds existing within this one crazed world New York City. There are consequences for all of this. There are consequences for every sequence. I've become closer to music this past week. I only hope something can be made of it. It's all in time, either you've got it or it's gone. Unfortunately, there's no pause button in this reality. That's the beauty of a camera. A way to stop a moment. It's a record of time. One specific second caught on film. Recorded. Memories to look back upon. It does feel good. Meanwhile, this moment has just passed. It keeps on going. They won't stop. Words can define that moment. Keep for the future. Anything to slow it down. Catch some wind in your hair, look over your shoulder to the sun. The reds blend in the orange in the blue. It's just one of those moments. Exposed with the elements. This is what makes it all worth it. All the struggles fade when the sun warms your back to the moon and stars. All in one. I'm getting very tired.
- Saturday, March 1, 1997 / 5:23 am
Today I woke up, started attacking the dishes. Then I prepared the Beta. I finally got the bulb for the projector that I bought on the street for $10. Of course, when I put it in and turned it on . . . no light! So now I have to wrestle with it to see if it works at all. I had three Krispy Kreme doughnuts (the sign was on and blinking HOT DOUGHNUTS NOW!). I spoke to Kristen today. The sky was clear and blue today. We sent in the steadycam to get replaced. We swallowed our pride. We had to get paid. Well, that's all I feel inspired to write. Not much for twelve days, huh.
- Thursday, March 12, 1997