the coffee shop. union square, nyc. nikon d300s.
It feels weird to be here in Los Angeles today, where the heaviness of this day doesn't feel present once we turned off the television.
We always listen to the names being read, it feels important to do so. Standing in line waiting for coffee this morning, my eyes puffy behind my sunglasses and my heart feeling heavy as I thought of the two people I knew that died that day, I listened to two women talk, (very loudly I might add), about how men need to talk about getting vasectomies, ( taking the fear out of the process I guess), and it felt surreal.
