words.

While streaming services allow for exploration, I think there is something special about a personal collection.

When I was younger, I remember visiting friends’ houses, digging through their DVD collections and finding something to watch together. How excited they were to share their favs.

There was joy in having friends (and obscure websites) be the keepers of media. There was something human behind it.

I’m considering going back to this. Even digitally.

There is a certain level of privilege to being able to afford to buy media. No judgment. ymmv.

go ride a bike. explore the city. slowly. learn its secrets, whispered in alleyways and carved into its bumpy backstreets. ride beneath the canopy of trees on 10th street that cool you in the heat and dampen the rain before it soaks through your shoes.

go ride a bike. listen to the sounds of children laughing. to waves crash against the seawall. to the water beneath your wheels. to your breath. to your body.

go ride a bike. join this city’s symphony playing slightly out of tune. move through it, become its chorus, as the gridlocked mute the world around them.