i snapped this photo as i was walking through an outdoor marketplace in haifa, israel a couple of years ago. for a while it was taped to my bathroom mirror, not for any more reason than because it just made me feel good to look at. when i moved from that apartment and lost the photo to the amorphous mass of my belongings it become something that was internalized in my morning routine, bringing with it a stronger meaning than when it was actually physically present in my life.
it’s important not to exist as a proxy for the distracting elements in life. culture is a luxury, something that we can share and work from, not the sole interface of consent to which we exist. defining a point of reference is important but maintaining that reference as a rulebook is a weakness. someone recently commented on my music sharing that they were unaware of how i seem to always slip through the cracks. i’ve spent some time thinking about that phrase and why i’ve never shared that perspective, and it’s led me to realize that i’ve never believed in the sidewalk because the world underneath is the nurturing, warm environment that i love. i wish that i could tell this to the people in my life who imitate well known character voices more than they speak for themselves, but they make me laugh so for that my ethics waiver. i wish for myself that i could reflect the virtues of christopher mccandless, jacob holdt, or paul baribeau, but as of 23 i have neither the assertive attitude or confidence in my voice to step into that realm of trying individuality. i know that we’re not even halfway through 2013, but i sincerely hope that by december we each take one radical action to define who we are and why we’re here. if not for anyone else then for ourselves, for our sanity, and to make this crippling western culture something we can be a little more proud of. if you already have then i thank you for making me feel never content.