Station to Station

2013 went by on Humboldt Street, out the window of transatlantic flights, backstage at fashion week, on an African savannah, at night at the beach, in a shitty Accord, out in the woods, in sing-a-longs, over waterfalls, in the vestibule between train cars, around the dinner table, on crutches, and behind the camera. But mostly 2013 went by in the company of good friends. As we get older, it’s hard work keeping together a community of friends. I ain’t afraid of hard work.