Let’s get lost in the city.
Cellphones off, no maps, no plans .. just you, me, and the city lights. Let’s walk aimlessly and stumble upon late night cafes and hole in the wall restaurants. Let’s find art exhibits, hip hop joints, record stores, fashion boutiques, and buy token things to remember the night. Let’s eat the food off the carts, and take pictures of everything. Everything, darling — everything.
Glance at me from time to time and wrap your arms around me if you sense a mere shiver. Don’t offer me your jacket, since I would hate for you to feel discomfort, but offer me the warmth of your presence. Let’s pose, run, skip, jump, climb, walk — to nowhere and everywhere. Let’s lose ourselves, only to find ourselves yet again. Let’s strike conversations with all walks of life, and meet people along this journey.
Catch me staring at you, and smirk — okay? Let me know you caught me at the act, but assure me with a slanted grin that you reciprocate my feeling of pride in having you by my side.
Let’s forget about the past, get lost in the present, and daydream about our future.
Let’s find the perfect downtown loft, and pretend to go “home” to it. Let’s greet the door-man like old friends, and ask about a resident that doesn’t exist. Let’s just see if he pretends to know what we’re talking about, just to remain polite and professional. Let’s walk away laughing, and stumble off like drunks in the night.
Let’s find a fountain and toss pennies in with cynical mindsets. Let’s make pointless wishes for millions of dollars, perfect futures, and a happily everlasting relationship. Let’s make smart remarks about the absurdity of our actions and express our doubts in the actuality of our wishes coming true. Let’s have a witty banter laced with sarcasm and quick humor, but continue throwing pennies in regardless. Let’s be hypocrites, but hopeless romantics at the same time. Let’s dream — realistically.
Let’s get lost in the city. You, me, and the city lights. Let’s get lost in the hustle and bustle of the sounds, and allow our hearts to beat with the bass of the night at hand. Let’s take pictures of every waking moment, as to not forget the night.
Let’s have a perfect night.
Just one.
You, me, and the city lights.
In the Wild North
1891
Oil on canvas
161 x 118 cm
Kiev Museum of Ukranian Art
Clove’s death in the games was inevitable because of the life she lived back in District 2. Her father was an abusive, dependent, greedy man who would do anything for money, that included putting his only daughter into the bloody games. Clove’s mother passed away when she was very young and because her mother was a previous victor of the games, all of the families money was taken away. Clove’s father immediately put her into a training school for the games and abused her whenever she objected. Fear of her fathers abuse forced her to become a swift killer. During training school Clove met Cato, who always found a way to clear fears of her fathers abuse from her mind. Cato told her to imagine every target as her father and so she did. Over time she grew stronger inside, but all her fear turned into anger, something Cato never wanted. When Cato was hovering over Clove’s lifeless body in the arena there was a part of him that was completely broken and wanted her to be victor. Then there was a part of him that was happy because she didn’t have to go back to her broken life. She didn’t have to live with the pain anymore. She was free.
This is Vincent, he’s one of my best friends. He died of cancer yesterday. He was my boyfriend 2 years ago and he lost his dad at the same moment so we have experienced many together. He always helped me and he made me smile on my worst days. I cried so much for him, I miss him so. People who scold with cancer are stupid, really.. you should be ashamed ! Nobody deserves to have cancer. I love you Vincent, rest in peace darling
