New York City is bonkers. It makes small people smaller and big people bigger. I found myself thinking that as I sat in the stadium seating in the middle of Times Square. There’s definitely something to that thought, but I didn’t figure it out all the way. Not yet at least. The massive screens and advertisements on the buildings were insane to see in person. I may have seen Times Square a thousand times on tv, but it was different in person. Models strutting down the runway on tvs 400 feet wide and half a mile long (I was never good at estimating) made me nervous. It was too unreal, I felt like a human shouldn’t be projected up there so big. Like that’s just one guy or one girl up there, and there are a million people on the street in front of me. It was truly a surreal experience. I was in Manhattan for 5 days. I always had the feeling I’d bump into someone I knew. It’s such a big place so it seems like there’s no chance, but also I figured it’s such a big place that there are so many reasons for people to be there moving about. Funny enough, I did see someone I knew as I walked to the subway for the last time to catch my bus heading back home. Unfortunately the encounter didn’t go as well as I’d hoped. Personally, I think I put on such a performance in SPAN 203 first semester freshman year that the pretty girl in class would notice me anywhere we bumped into each other. The fact that I was also wearing my “Beat Duke, Beat Cancer” shirt from school made it especially disappointing she didn’t say anything. I think she recognized me though. And it’s as much my fault as hers for not saying anything.
Long hallways, crowded streets, self reflection in a store window. A girl walks across the frame and smiles, pausing the video he analyzes the frame. There’s so much going on, but I can tell it’s her he’s looking at. The angle of her nose and the curves of her lips. A love once shared. A love lost. My heart aches for him. Shots at home. Shots from a museum. Egyptian tombs appear to be the focus, yet she never seems to escape further than the corner of the frame.
I suppose I was a little more nosy (is that really how you spell it? That looks terrible) than I should have been. Especially with my recent intrigue in work behind the camera it was hard to ignore my seat mate working on his project next to me. I don’t actually know what it was about, but I used the little bit I saw without being too obvious to create that short segment above. 98.4% chance I chose to be too dramatic, but don’t stress.
Sometimes people don’t want to talk or share much about themselves, but I think it’s really cool that everyone has such different stories. Something tells me the other people on this bus with me have stories very different from many I’ve heard in the past. I really enjoy hearing all the different stories. Even though I’m not a freshman and have some undefined amount of social skill, at school I still find myself asking people why they chose to come to UNC. The end game is something that we share, but often times the process on the way to the final decision is so different. Equifinality is the word on the tip of my tongue that I resentfully had to look up to remember. It means an end state can be reached by numerous paths. I like to remember that. I’m not sure what my end game is, but I like the thought that I haven’t limited myself quite yet and can use whatever path that I’m currently on to get there. END.