Night Riding...
None of the hilarity of last night, celebrating two birthdays at once, taking over the clubs, drinking ourselves into tomorrow. No, tonight was lowkey, movie and weed.
The weed left us wordless as we hiked to a bar. My new bike - i'm so proud - sped my way. A few drinks later I was back on the street, dropped a friend off at Bed bar, then rode through the maze-like hutongs near my apartment. I know the streets that bind my area, but the alleys in the middle twist and dead-end suddenly, unfurling hidden courtyards, massage parlors, hidden apartment complexes and hotels, mahjong bars open late, and kebab stands at regular intervals. White cars scurry across your path always at the last minute. Cabs roam sleepily, trying to find their way out after seeing a drunken customer to their bed. Grandma gets off work and grandpa is still hammering away at a construction site. A moon pokes its head out of the fiery pollution night. A couple is fighting. Another is deep in conversation. I pass once, the man is crying. I pass a second time - lost - the woman is crying. A guard yawns in a big jacket.
The bar we went to is on the left, tho I don't think it existed at the time of this photo:
None of the hilarity of last night, celebrating two birthdays at once, taking over the clubs, drinking ourselves into tomorrow. No, tonight was lowkey, movie and weed.
The weed left us wordless as we hiked to a bar. My new bike - i'm so proud - sped my way. A few drinks later I was back on the street, dropped a friend off at Bed bar, then rode through the maze-like hutongs near my apartment. I know the streets that bind my area, but the alleys in the middle twist and dead-end suddenly, unfurling hidden courtyards, massage parlors, hidden apartment complexes and hotels, mahjong bars open late, and kebab stands at regular intervals. White cars scurry across your path always at the last minute. Cabs roam sleepily, trying to find their way out after seeing a drunken customer to their bed. Grandma gets off work and grandpa is still hammering away at a construction site. A moon pokes its head out of the fiery pollution night. A couple is fighting. Another is deep in conversation. I pass once, the man is crying. I pass a second time - lost - the woman is crying. A guard yawns in a big jacket.
The bar we went to is on the left, tho I don't think it existed at the time of this photo:
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do you have a crazy work schedule? how are your films coming along?
next biggest thing in art..is me
but i am trying to open a gallery/artists co-op.