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– photo by Mitch Waxman

Wandering home from a long walk, one pondered. I could have jumped onto a train several times, but chose to just keep on scuttling. Pondering and scuttling go together.

Filthy black raincoat fluttering about, camera in hand, friendless and alone. That’s me.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

I’m tired of tilting my lance at windmills. I’m exhausted by the ideological extremes I encounter. I’m tired of people who make personal statements using the pronoun “we.”

I’m at the end of my rope as far as enduring the malignancy and demands of the many narcissists whom I’m forced to interact with in my daily round. Vainglory makes me nauseous.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Everybody wants, but nobody gives. All is frustration, hatred, and envy.

I’ve come to an impasse, lords and ladies. Something definitely needs to give, and you know what? It’s going to be me.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Six months from now, and this is a plan that has been in the works for quite a while now, I will no longer be a New Yorker.

Ok, I’ll always be a New Yorker (I’m walking here), but I’m going to be doing that somewhere else where the volume is turned down a bit.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

What does that mean, though? I’m going to be leaving behind all that I ever was, all that I know, and starting over somewhere else in my mid 50’s – that’s what that means. Exciting, no? Terrifying, yes.

It also means that when I start announcing tours of Newtown Creek next month, if you’ve ever wanted to come on one – summer and fall of 2022 will your last chance. I’m not coming back.

– photo by Mitch Waxman

Where I’m going, and what I’m going to do next is still forming. I don’t think I want to be “involved” in anything anymore either, due to that sour taste in my mouth which has been developing in the last few years. The Community Board thing is just depressing, and since the primal lesson I’ve gleaned after 15 years on Newtown Creek is that “nothing matters and nobody cares”…

Go west, that’s what they used to say, yeah? Go west. I’m done, so stick a fork in me.

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May 20, 2022 at 11:00 am

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