Today I processed the final few rolls of film shot for EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE ALRIGHT.

“In and of itself, nothing really matters. What matters is that nothing is ever ‘in and of itself.’”

- Chuck Klosterman

“How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn’t they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?”

- White Noise, Don DeLillo

“Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don’t know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better.”

— from ‘Letters to a Young Poet’ by Rainer Maria Rilke

“In dread we are ‘in suspense.’ Or, to put it more precisely, dread holds us in suspense because it makes what-is-in-totality slip away from us. Hence we too, as existents in the midst of what-is, slip away from ourselves along with it. For this reason it is not ‘you’ or ‘I’ that has the uncanny feeling, but ‘one.’”

- Martin Heidegger, ‘What is Metaphysics?’ (trans. R. F. C. Hull & A. Clark) in Existentialism from Dostoevsky to Sartre (ed. W. Kaufman), 2004, Plume, 249

Rose Tavern, near the Broadmoor/Central City border

Erin (see below post) made this iPhone picture – an amazing display of photographic prowess as it was taken one handedly as she held plastic grocery bags over the car’s headlights.  We did so to diffuse the light (her idea). It worked marvelously.

PS – this is one desolate neighborhood – especially at 2am, and it is home to the old Tivoli Theater building on Washington Ave, which shares its name with the theater WP wrote about in the opening of The Moviegoer.  The building is now the biggest funeral parlor you’ve ever seen.  I’ve photographed the Rose Tavern a handful of times but have never gotten it right.  I think, or at least I hope, that on this last time – with the great assistance via ECB – I got it.

This was a special day.  We ate Hubig’s, drank Coors and drag raced scooters up and down the waterfront.