Taking the T across the river. An adventure. A new exploration. Something about the ride between MGH and MIT, over the bridge, across the river, to Cambridge we go. The view across the Charles implies a new and distance land, less trodden, fresh land. Young land. Young people. New places. New friends. There are so many interesting people in this city, in this country, in this world, yet so few venues to be in the same room at the same time as those people, and even fewer opportunities to have a meaningful dialogue with those people; so meaningful to feel inclined to seeing those particular people again. What can we do to make this a more frequent occurrence? Where do we go? How can we grow this network?
Trains passing in the night. With somewhere to go. And people to meet. But what is this emptiness? This insatiable longing for camaraderie, and new friendship…
keep fuckin walkin you postman piece of shit
christopher-ryan mckenney: surreal photography
Oh the Krieger- Harris baby is back on my dash.
I BET THAT IF TWO KIDS LIVED IN THOSE TWO HOUSES THAT THEY WOULD COME OUT ON THEIR ALMOST CONJOINING ROOFS OUTSIDE THEIR BEDROOM WINDOWS AND TALK AND BE BEST FRIENDS AND FALL IN LOVE.
i love saffron though because its like
ok heres the gym. just kidding heres the GYM gym