Growing up I was desperate to escape the suburbs. The brick-and-tile conformity. The go-nowhere cul-de-sacs. Now I find myself drawn to them. Where once I felt constrained, I now feel calm. The sameness offers pleasing symmetry. The repetition feels reliable. And I see things I missed before. Small moments of self-expression. Blips on the residential radar. I have become a suburban observer. I see no life there for me. But I am in thrall to the lives of others.
BEN GOLIK © MMX
Writer some days. Photographer others. Happy most days. Ecstatic others.
Nymphs Of The Long Water Published December 11, 2010
Pixelesque Published December 11, 2010
The Spaces Between Published July 15, 2010
OTHER PEOPLE’S WINDOWS Published July 15, 2010
THEY LIVE THERE Published July 15, 2010
Street / Art Published July 14, 2009
She lives here. Published July 01, 2009
DAY OF THE DEAD Published June 22, 2009