It is quiet here. There is a tingling and a very slow spin when i close my eyes. Very quiet focus. Very quiet. As if something is about to happen.
It was a very sunny outside today. Despite the bright , it was very cold. The temperature will drop even further. Tonight.
I placed the camera on the traffic island on one hundred and third street and broadway. We faced north. I attached the polaroid back, I added a slow film. I quietly opened the pinhole cover. Then there were the ninety seconds of awake observation. Some cars stopped for a longer time than others. Three New Yorkers on the bench across the street were staring at me quietly. I watched a kid fly by in slow motion, on his long-board skateboard. I remember the event. I can not remember the sounds.
After the time was over, I pulled out the polaroid material, sat down on the bench next to an old lady who had been watching me even though she did not move her head a bit. It took another thirty seconds for the picture to develop. I pulled the protective paper apart. I had forgotten that Polaroid 55 comes with a real negative... The negative was almost completely black. My picture was so overexposed that the only thing visible on it at all were tiny tips of buildings. Even these were on an angle I did not really like.
I took my entire setup apart again. I put everything into my bag. I went to my diner to have the same breakfast as every saturday. I did not even need to order anymore. The order was placed as I entered through the door.
It is very quiet here right now. THere is a tingling on my skin. When I close my eyes there is a very, very slow spin. Very quiet focus. Very quiet. As if the universe snowed tonight.
