The Art Of Not Asking Why

Don't ask me why, I'll tell you anyway

Photos

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    Snow at the shore 📷

    Snow on the beach, a person walking against the sea in the background. Dark blue clouds are hanging above
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    An NYC corner 📷

    A tall building, trapozoid shape. its sharp corner faces the viewer, with a single column of windows going up. There are city streets on both sides of the building, with a yellow cab in front of the building.
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    This morning, I finished my first written journal 📓 in around 20 years.

    I started writing in it in 2013 and at some point I switched full-time into digital journaling (it was TiddlyWiki at the time if you’re curious). I’ll probably start my next written journal at some point this weekend. Here’s a picture 📷 of it:

    a hand holding a closed Moleskine black notebook. It's spine has a lable on it: 2013-05-09 - with a break - 2024-02-01.
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    Good morning 📷

    A shelf against the window with a few plants, and glass jars. Cloudy city day in the background.
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    A walk in the neighborhood with my camera 📷. These photos came so different, it’s hard to believe the locations are minutes apart.

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    Had a “photo itch” when I went to get coffee this weekend. Took the camera with me.

    Two pictures 📷 from around Bleeker Street, near Washington Square Park.

    A bar sign advertising prices for drafts and cocktails in colorful neon chalk. In the background, another shop's neon sign and a fire escape Minetta lane, off of 6th Ave. A red fire hydrant in the foreground, a street with puddles in the background, with lights from different shops further back
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    The latte from Starbucks was awful enough to throw away, unfinished. Headed to WTC, where I know a better spot. Indeed, it saved me. 📷

    I can’t start the new year without a good cup of coffee.

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    Woke up this morning to the alcohol remains of last year’s final night. Standing in a Starbucks at a low table facing Dey Street, sipping a weak latte. It’s a new year, just like that. Poof. 📷

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    I found my first digital camera 📷 burried in my trunk of memories. I left the batteries inside so it’s probably not to be used again…

    A hand holding an HP camera. It’s a photosmart 753 model.
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    Another Manhattan sticker-covered manhole. Lafayette Street. 📷

    A manhole lid covered in various stickers, mostly look like graffiti and various writings.
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