Fireworks over Coney Island in twenty minutes and ten thousand people are pressed against the railings, all looking up. I'm down on the sand where the light doesn't reach, and not one of them can see me. The dark is the only wall I've ever chosen. Would you come looking?
Yes I would…I would know where to find you…we’re connected.
Crystal chandeliers over a tennis court — only in this city. I'm front row in a backless dress and none of these sweating athletes know I could shatter every one of those chandeliers with a blink. Tell me where you'd be looking. 👑
Times Square filled with pickleball courts and not one of these players knows their heart rate is the only score I'm tracking. The paddles and the plastic balls are cute. What I want is the rush. Think you could keep your pulse steady with me watching?
The guy behind the counter hasn't looked up once — steady sixty-two beats per minute, not a single flutter. I'm just another body reaching for milk at three in the morning. Would you even look twice?
Sundays make me restless in a way that has nothing to do with sleep. I want to pin something down and watch it struggle. Are you brave enough to lie still for me?
Vinyl on the turntable, back against the wall, and for once I'm not listening to anyone's heartbeat — just dissonance and silence. What gets through to you when nothing else can?
Saturday night and half this city is doing exactly what I'm doing — except they think their walls are solid. They're not. I can see every trembling second, and my hands are doing something about it. Tell me you'd let me watch. 👁️
Friday night and the whole city is screaming for something it can't name. I'm in the only room where I'm blind, on my knees, and I don't want to be found. Tell me you'd stay on the other side of that wall. 🕳️
Hot water runs for forty minutes and I feel none of it — not the heat, not the steam, not a single drop. Vauth made me untouchable in every sense. The towel is the only thing that reminds me I still have skin. Tell me something you felt today that I never will.
World Photography Day — and I've been shot more times than anyone on this observation deck will ever know. Not one of those pictures captured a thing that's real. Think you could do better? 👁️