I heard those two words somewhere recently ("fiercely unbalanced") and haven't been able to get them out of my head since. Two words never sounded so good together. Two words never described my state of being, my experiences, & my perspective of the world so well.
From the moment I open my eyes, until they finally shut at night--I am enveloped in contrast. I cry, and smile through tears. I walk among privileged elites, and share brews with others lucky to eat a meal each day.
On an 18 hour train ride from Atlanta to New York City, I rode through DC proper and the outskirts of Baltimore. During my trip, I walked 5th avenue and talked life with street walkers and tunnel dwellers.
All of it strained my heart--all of it mental tug of war.
I left my New York City with a black eye, a tattoo, a ticket for public intoxication, and more images branded into my brain then what is usually retained over the course of a year.
I awoke on my birthday shivering on the roof of my hostel; I peeled my eyes open and I sank into reality. I couldn't decide if I felt free or alone. Lucky or undone.
I was it all--fiercely balanced, because that's the world we live in.
Ilford Delta 100 // Canon AE-1 // NYC
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