No prearrangements, no concept, nothing special really... Just a spontaneous late night walk with big eyed beauty Sumudu. Yet there is something special, something mysteriously latent, hidden behind these photographs, that holds them together. To emphasize the feels and vibes of this story, I decided to accompany it with an excerpt of the City Elegies poem by Robert Pinsky.
I. The Day Dreamers
All day all over the city every person
Wanders a different city, sealed intact
And haunted as the abandoned subway stations
Under the city. Where is my alley doorway?
Stone gable, brick escarpment, cliffs of crystal.
Where is my terraced street above the harbor,
Café and hidden workshop, house of love?
Webbed vault, tiled blackness. Where is my park, the path
Through conifers, my iron bench, a shiver
Of ivy and margin birch above the traffic?
A voice. There is a mountain and a wood
Between us—one wrote, lovesick—Where the late
Hunter and the bird have seen us. Aimless at dusk,
Heart muttering like any derelict,
Or working all morning, violent with will,
Where is my garland of lights? My silver rail?
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