(Jan 15) I feel like I am returning to the past, except it’s a good thing to feel the energy of a Internet bubble. Just like 1999. And just like 1999 there may be trouble just around the bend. It remains to be seen how much exposure I have to the bubble bursting. Last time I was pretty much unaffected. (I Wish I could say the same about the Great Recession.)
I worry I might not be able to take him with me
I remember this, like it was just a few years ago.
I don’t even remember this boy
The past is past. But it makes me who I am today.
Atlas now is the same age as Billy was in this photo from 1998.
(Jun 10) This month has been difficult and frustrating, and for all that, so little has changed.
The proprietor of this establishment, glimpsed.
Rumors of Junior always looking unhappy disproved
The heterochromia of the illuminations
(May 25) I don’t know where this month went. It seems to have been largely consumed by drama in the house. The housemate with the screaming, crying, children will be gone June 1. Those kids are doomed. Doomed. Even their father has given up on them already and they’re only seven and eight.
This time, Junior didn’t get canned.
Romeo continues to lead a hard life
Back in one of the most familiar places
It’s not as tall as the Twin Towers, unless you count the oversized pole on the roof. It’s not even going to be the tallest in the city. But finally, that’s as tall as it’s going to get, and the pole is on the roof.
(Mar 25) I’ve left Port Jeff for the third time now, second time leaving the same location. Moving is killing me inside.
A last look out my bedside window
(Jan 29) Living just around the corner from the old ‘hood, it seemed odd not to have returned, ubercamera in hand. I retraced some familiar steps, saw more things that are very different and haven’t changed.
But first, for most of you, if you look really closely…
This is what pseudoreal really looks like
This view, hasn’t changed a bit
I walked here with Billy countless times
The power plant hasn’t changed either
Before I moved into this neighborhood the first time, this was part of my rollerblading course
Now it’s just part of the past