I found a fish that looks like Nixon.
Holy crap, it’s December 31st. Reflecting on the past twelve months seems a little arbitrary, but I’ll give it a try. It’s difficult, reflecting in a way that’s authentic. Usually, authenticity is spirited away by such phrases as “it’s been a helluva year,” or “Listing tragedies. With Periods. Even though they don’t affect me. 2016. Dramatic use of periods. Bring it on, 2017, I’m courageous and beautiful.” That was 2016, when all the stars fell from the sky.
2017? Unfortunately, I’ll have to use periods here and there to describe this past year, but I’ll try to keep them to a minimum.
Well, I’ve been thinking recently about how conflict obscures the passage of time. It’s easy to think that in retrospect that a year has gone by in the blink of an eye…BUT IT REALLY HAS THOUGH! Lots of activity on the domestic politics front, the endless rinse and spin cycle of the news. It seemed like most days I was preoccupied with news updates, wondering what was coming down the shoot next.
I moved from New York back to the Midwest. That was a massive change. Life is slower here. Much slower. Even the grass is bored. It has a certain nostalgic value, but I’d much rather be back in New York. Oh well. Life hasn’t gone as planned, yet I’m still in the best relationship a man could be in. I had a great weekend with my girlfriend earlier this month, a spectacular cap to the year. Going to attach an image from the aquarium on Coney Island. We’re actually vampires, so you won’t detect us in the photo (look at how the light bends in a certain way in the right corner. That’s her. Isn’t she a cutie? All mine too).
Time to end this post on a high note. I could go on forever. 2018. I’m a majestic figure standing tall in the face of adversity. Free-trade coffee. David Bowie. Game of Thrones finale. It’s a little chilly in here. Speaking of which, here’s a picture of the Midwestern Polar Vortex. My girlfriend loves the snow.