i wish i was bringing people with me to new york :( just any of the people… my friends, my girlfriend, my roommate. it’s getting a bit lonely on these i-95 shuttles. not that i’m not excited to see the people i’m going to see… of course i totally am, but i just wish i could share the traveling with someone else. even when i had a car, it was almost like having another person, but this boltbus business… it’s lonely. hopefully i’ll just get stoned and write for a bit and then pass out. but… i never seem to. and when i show up.. it’ll be 10pm, and i’ll have to fucking take the subway to wherever the fuck, but my heart will be beating much louder than it is now. when youre in new york city your heart has to beat louder, so you can remember you’re still alive, and not a particle amongst the other particles. and i’ll get to where i’m going, and i’ll be a little flustered, a little road-weary, but i will be so happy to be with the people i love again, because that time on the bus, looking out the window watching every car and town blow by, is enough to make you feel like you’ll never see another friendly face again.
We had spent the whole day in a van rolling through the countryside, trying to get a feel for the “real Ireland”. Down to Wicklow and back again. Everyone was exhausted when we got back to the city but I was more hungry than anything, so I headed out to O’Connell Street to see what I could find. It was 5 or 6 o’clock, and everything was sort of starting to close up, but I happened into a few secondhand stores along Eden Quay before rounding the corner onto Beresford Place. I wasn’t even hungry anymore, just enjoying my music and the golden color of everything the sun touched. Three songs stand out in my mind from this walkabout: “No More Running” by Animal Collective; “Sprawl II” by Arcade Fire; and “Hazey Jane II” by Nick Drake. It was perfect. This photo was taken in an alley off Beresford where I stopped to light a smoke. I was so busy looking at my awesome shadow that I almost missed what was causing it. If I had to pick a “best of” moment for this past Dublin trip, this 30 minutes alone would have to be it.
