venice

september 2023

to finish editing these photos, i find myself accidentally sitting in the middle of a poetry open mic in a northampton cafe. the background chatter is encouraging my gemini venus to add some language to the current post. the prettiest girl here catches her reflection constantly in the dark window, but her face reads unsure. an oblivious guy talks louder than the poet at the mic and the empaths cringe. i pause editing to clap with the crowd and make eye contact with the speaker to prove i’m polite, like when i nod my head affirmingly during every conversation i’ve ever had. i’m reviewing these most stunning moments of my life but i’m stuck on the huge contrast between them and the opening poem. heavy, true words about middle eastern children’s lives paying the price of the emptiest male egos. artists make/help/allow us to access all angles of our human experience.. architectural wonder and complete despair alike.