Photos from this last week when my boyfriend flew to NY from Berlin just to hang out with me. Even though I spend all my time around here and it’s home to me, it felt like I went on some kind of trip, too.
"To expect truth to come from thinking signifies that we mistake the need to think with the urge to know. Thinking can and must be employed in the attempt to know, but in the exercise of this function it is never itself; it is but the handmaiden of an altogether different enterprise."
"The need of reason is not inspired by the quest for truth but by the quest for meaning. And truth and meaning are not the same. The basic fallacy, taking precedence over all specific metaphysical fallacies, is to interpret meaning on the model of truth."
"There are moments in every city dawn when circles, rectangles, polygons, and triangles–the geometry of the city–seem to float up in the mist, like the essence of the human spirit emancipated from the earth. There are times, on starlit nights, when its towers and spires ram upward as if to tear the darkness loose from its riveting stars and the city seems to be a strident assertion of mankind against time itself."
Donald Martindale’s “Prefatory Remarks: The Theory of the City”
"Cities also believe they are the work of the mind or of chance, but neither one nor the other suffices to hold up their walls. You take delight not in a city’s seven or seventy wonders, but in the answer it gives to a question of yours."
Italo Calvino’s Invisible Cities
Foggy Britain, from 1928 to1952. (x)
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i go into the city from jersey almost every day. i’m there so often i feel like i live in new york. i forget that my mom is almost always home in the suburbs. so last week, my mom and i ventured to manhattan together, making that her first trip into the city this whole year, the whitney museum was unfortunately closed due to my poor planning, but we shared a fine day, i knew from watching her wandering eyes, and hearing her uninhibited childlike laughter. just to experience her wonder, i wish i could show her everything i love about this city. her happiness is priceless.
tomorrow is my last first day of school
tomorrow is my last first day of school. every year for as long as i can remember, i’ve had a first day of school, right at the brink of autumn, right when i could wear my socks and tights all over again. the new year never really started in january, for the last bajillion years, the new year has alwyas begun in september.
this is the last new year. i just realized that today. and just like yesterday happened, and just like the day before yesterday happened, and just like today happened to be yesterday’s tomorrow, i will sleep tonight, to wake up, and tomorrow will be the same as any other day. except there’s something a sweet and savory about this last first day of school, like the last few licks of a lollipop, or the final chews of bubblegum that still gush with its flavor..
what’s scary about the word “last” for anything (the last summer, the last goodbye, the last hello, the last supper) is that there will be no more of that thing. because this is the last year, does that mean the bubblegum’s out of juice forever? am i stuck with the cardboard-tasting stick of the lollipop? is this the end of all sweet things (that is school?! being the nerd i am). i wonder if i’m nervous that tomorrow is my last day when i can look forward a whole new year of learning, exploring, reading books and stories i’d never known, fangirling over fabulous scholarly minds i’d meet, forging unheard of connections in my brain between film and fashion and color and photography and storytelling and tweets and gifs and lolcats.
but i realize, i dont have to fear the end of anything. if college has taught me anything so far, it’s how to see. how to look at everyday, and remember that extraordinary begins with the ordinary, that learning begins by looking. although this might be my last school year (at least for now), i can rest assured that i’ll always have these new eyes, this prescription of amplified vision and perspective that college has given me, it’s just a matter of remembering to get that prescription checked once in a while, to remember that learning and seeing never ends if i don’t want it to.
sure, tomorrow is the last first day, but every day is an extraordinary story of its own. and i’m excited to remember that this new year’s eve.